My life is plagued by a fungus which I have named as “stupid plastic cups.” You’ve met these plastic cups and perhaps some even live in your house. They are the “souvenir” cups that come with children’s drinks at restaurants and the large size drinks at just about every event that occurs in a stadium.
I hate them. And they live at my house. My family LOVES them. They bring them home. They treasure them. They cherish them. And it’s ALL MY HUSBAND’S FAULT. I mean that sincerely. When we remodeled our kitchen and I had to pack everything in boxes for the period of time we would be living without benefit of kitchen cabinets, I had an entire box labeled “Stupid Plastic Cups” On finding this box, my dear husband came to me and asked where the box of “Good Plastic Cups” was. Funny. Dear.
For years, I have told him that the first thing I am going to do on hearing of his death is to purge my life of these plastic cups.
He’s updated his will. And left them all to the children.
Really.
5 responses so far ↓
1 Erin // Sep 3, 2008 at 8:52 am
What’s worse is when one is from a city that prides itself on two weeks of throwing trinkets of all sorts, including plastic cups of this variety, to the masses (this would be Mardi Gras). Said cups have dates, they have themes, they are . . . collectables!!!
I wonder how many New Orleans area wedding registries have attendants that ask, “And casual glasses? Would you like to register for those?”, to which the young, starry eyed couple answers, “Yes, all we have right now are Mardi Gras cups.”
2 Sister Spitfire // Sep 3, 2008 at 8:57 am
I have several bag fulls of those trinkets if you ever find yourself running low. Perhaps you would like a couple of pairs of souvenir Mardi Gras thongs, I caught?
At least I am not alone.
3 TerryC // Sep 3, 2008 at 1:16 pm
One of the reasons love is a decision, not an emotion.:-)
4 Marie // Sep 4, 2008 at 1:48 pm
Souvenir plastic cups fall in the same category as happy meal toys. The first time they are found unattended they go in the bottom of the garbage can.
We collect books; we don’t have room for other collections : )
5 Sarah R. // Sep 5, 2008 at 11:49 am
Sister S, I can just so see you having that box…and I think this seals the deal. NEXT TIME when we meet at a restaurant, you HAVE TO bring your husband with you.
You know, so we can ask him about the plastic cups… 
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