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Picture the scene: We’re on vacation.  Dinner for six, outside at a resort in Hilton Head.  Sun and sand.  Warmth.  There have been drinks.  Lots of food.  Dessert and coffee has arrived. The conversation proceeds as follows:

Dear & Loving Mother: “Yuck.  The coffee isn’t hot.  There’s nothing worse than luke-warm coffee after dinner.”

{Insert awkward & overly long pause here}

Sister: “I don’t know….how was that spinal tap Jul?”

It’s all relative, right?  🙂