The Battle Between the Halves,

I am a “the glass is half-empty” kinda gal. My husband is a half-fuller kinda guy. No. Scratch that. He is a “the glass is quite full” kinda guy.

Bless his quenched little heart,

I can explain why one might think his or her glass is half full. Either…

1.) The server gave you too much ice, or
2.) Your kid, who snuck a swash of your beverage actually left more behind than he consumed, some call it backwash.

I try not to stand too steadfastly in my half-empty cup of OJ, milk, soda, or life. Full or empty – you get sticky in anything other than water, and staying in water too long makes your skin pruney. I digress, I have tried to change my view, like use a shapely cup that makes it hard to discern the actually amount, for example. My type-A personality urges me to grab a measuring cup.

Something happened today that didn't surprise me. My husband asked me why I wasn't a bit more disappointed. He knows my emotions swing higher and faster than any hard-core kid on a swing set. Here's the thing, if you're a “half-full” person, when the glass really is half-empty, it's a bummer! If you're a “half-empty” person, then, well, then, I told you so!

Half-empty people are really bad about saying “I told you so” too,