I don't even know how this happens.
And what's funny is, the hubs always tells the teen child, "Use a coaster." The child drinks out of insulated tumblers that don't sweat, so a coaster isn't even needed.
The last time he said it, after the kid left the room, I pointed out the ring to the left...that he had made. As usual, I was met with denial and rolling eyes.
Yesterday I noticed the lovely white ring that he made. He's not said a word. What's worse? His coaster....on the arm of his chair.
What does this mean for me? Much like the stair railing, something else I get to refinish.
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