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My affection for coffee has been discussed ad nauseum here on my blog. A quick search of the word “coffee” brings back 16 different blog posts. As a result, my #1 Dad coffee mug has received almost cult-like status. You crazy kids and your cults…

A few moments ago, while sipping some French Vanilla coffee goodness in my mug at 4 o’clock in the afternoon, two things dawned on me. One, my drinking coffee in the middle of the afternoon might have something to do with my insomnia problem. Two, I have never, despite using it every Monday through Friday for over two years, washed this coffee mug.

Before any of you report me to the FDA, allow me to clarify: I do thoroughly rinse out my coffee mug (almost) daily in hot water. I just don’t use any rags or brushes (or soap) to clean it.

Some might say that this is still unsanitary. I would argue that coffee’s abundant awesomeness purifies and cleans the mug better than any soap or brush ever could. And by not recklessly using soap, I am helping save the environment.

To those who might ridicule my practice, I ask: why do you hate the environment? What did it ever do to you? Rain on your wedding day is no reason to hate the environment, Alanis. It’s time to “go green.” It’s time to be nice to the environment. It’s time to stop cleaning your coffee mug.

If that doesn’t convince you, how about this? By not washing my coffee mug I have allowed it to remain in its original, pristine state. Imagine if Leonardo da Vinci cleaned the Mona Lisa with soap every day. For one thing, the constant cleaning would’ve meant Leonardo would have been too busy to write his movie script for the Da Vinci Code. Secondly, constant washing would have eventually resulted in the painting being ruined. If the Mona Lisa had been ruined and lost forever, society would have never been treated to Nat King Cole’s song of the same name. We also would have never had to endure that Julia Roberts movie from a few years back, but I guess that’s not such a bad thing.

Thanks to me, my coffee mug will still be around to be enjoyed by many generations to come. Thanks to me, someday, if he wants to, Nat King Cole can write a song about it, too.

Am I a hero? Probably. But I don’t like to brag about myself.

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