My husband loves coffee. I do say love because he is very faithful to it, drinks it everyday on more than one occasion, and doesn't know what to do with himself if he can't have it.
This morning, he called to me from the kitchen: I'm making coffee! A few minutes later, I walked into the kitchen, looked at the coffee pot and saw this:
I asked him if he had made coffee, to which he replied with a hearty Yes! I called him into the kitchen to see what he had made. Then I asked him to get the camera. He did, with lots of resistance, and I have indeed captured his "Retard of the Week" moment.
His excuse: I'm sick. Leave me alone!
I'm still laughing about it. He's not.