Friday, July 11, 2014

I May Have Exaggerated A LITTLE

If you have people in your life who are known for accidentally (really?) ending up with your stuff (clothes, books, camping gear, coffee mugs, etc.) after visiting your house, you will understand this.

My oldest daughter is a huge fan of hot coffee and tea, and a huge fan of vintage stuff.  Our family lurks around antique stores a lot on our beach/camping weekends, because we're cool like that, and on one of these rambles, she found a vintage, ceramic Starbuck's coffee mug in perfect condition.  Of course she grabbed it because OH YES IT WAS THAT AWESOME.

It's like the holy grail of cups at our house.  No one touches it but her.  When I wash it, I put it caaaarefully to dry and then caaaarefully find a spot in the cabinet for it, because there is probably not another one anywhere on the planet and why is this even IN the cabinet when it should be in the antique-dishes-glass-fronted cabinet-thingee where no one can touch it?
Like...this.

Anyhoo--Recently we had company, and one of them was walking out the door to go home in the morning, and he was actually carrying her Starbuck's mug as he headed for the door, like, "Well--See ya."  I wasn't awake, because I try not to be out of bed before 9 in the summer (it's sort of a rule), but my husband is much more alert to that kind of stuff, so he stopped him and made him dump the coffee out, and Put. The. Cup. Down.

My younger daughter and I shared a laugh over it afterwards, because this kind of stuff happens a lot in our family.  But for some reason, when I explained how the conversation went, I made it sound like this:

"...So then Dad said, 'Do NOT leave here with that cup.  If you take that cup and break it, my daughter will hunt you down and kill you, and she will glue the broken pieces of that cup back together with the molecules of your soul.' "

Ahh...family.  *wipes a tear*  What good are we, if we can't embroider a story now and then?

6 comments:

  1. hahaha I love exaggeration. I'm pretty sure my family doesn't even know how to talk without it. We have tall people in our family who are routinely described as at least 7" taller than they actually are.

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    1. Oh, funny. I know right? I always joke that by the time our grandkids hear our stories, they will probably qualify as legends. A grain of truth, a LOT of exaggeration.

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  2. I'm glad your husband rescued the mug!

    I lose shoes when my stepdaughter comes to visit. She had her eyes on my red Doc Martens for YEARS. I finally gave them to her last year just so I wouldn't have to listen to her beg me for them anymore. I really liked those boots, too.

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    1. What's nice is you can always still borrow them *back* though, right? ;)

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  3. I'd rather have people steal my stuff than break it and hide it so that the next time I go to use it it is broken and I have to try and figure out who did it and why they left it there. :( This happened to my favorite little green mortar and pestle set. I couldn't find another one and now I have a bigger white one that is not as cute or dainty. I won't name names, but it wasn't the first time my in-laws watched my son for me and I came home to something "not quite right".....

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    1. I have a tiny adorable mortal and pestle set that I had the same THING happen with. I have used it once. We had company. They left. I picked it up randomly, AND IT'S BROKEN PEOPLE. Wth? A big piece was chipped right out of the bottom (ceramic) but it was placed in the bowl of the pestle, and the mortar was sitting in there...so SOMEONE put it there. No one seems to know who though. rahr

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