I am not exclusively a coffee drinker...if I did that, I think the world would end because I have too much mental energy as it is. I have my tea in the afternoon and evening, mostly ginger root tea, because as much as I hated it at the start, I am enjoying the burn, spicy sensation it leaves in my mouth and throat (if I talk too much). Another case example of Stockholm Syndrome...but I digress. Yesterday, life was good, I had just had my lunch and was boiling water for my afternoon tea. I look forward to tea time, and yesterday was no exception. Then it happened...
The kettle was just starting to whistle and I had my cup all ready on the counter. Went into my cupboard to get the raw honey out (I can't drink the ginger tea straight...yet.) and all of sudden the salt grinder makes a leap to escape...smacks the cup, it goes flying on to my shin and shatters on my kitchen floor. It was so fast and so slow at the same time. I stood there stunned for just a minute. Got the kettle off of the stove and this sinking feeling of the loss of my teacup swept over me. I cleaned up the shards, checked my shin for any damage, none, thankfully, and called the hubby (which is a superhero, sorcerer extraordinaire.) You are probably wondering why the hell I'm blogging about a broken teacup and I will tell you why.
In my reality, there are certain things that must be just so. I have my coffee cup...just for the glorious nectar that wakes me up in the morning, the hubby has his own, too. We also have dedicated teacups just for our tea. They are all unique and we picked them out ourselves...making them personal. There were bonding moments...like when I had the plague, it was a comfort to have my tea in MY teacup...not some generic one. I know, that a lot of people are not like this, but the hubby and I are like this. I think I'm more extreme than he is. I get attached to inanimate objects, most of them have names and stories behind them, one of these blogs I will tell you about the sordid love triangle between the fridge, stove and microwave, but that, my minions, is for a later blog. Back to the story...
I called the hubby at his place of work, and he said that we'd get me another on Monday (that is our quasi-Saturday). I was all pouty when I got off of the phone...and made my tea in a blue mug...more of a coffee cup than a teacup...so I had to measure the water out to make sure there wasn't too much water in it. It was good tea, but it wasn't the same. I felt all discombobulated. I even looked to see if my profile picture had the picture of the teacup, alas what is shown is my coffee cup. My teacup is dark brown with red dahlia's on it...but the dahlia's don't look like flowers, so it's kind of creepy...I love it.
The hours passed, I worked and then it was time to do the house wife stuff. The hubby comes in and asks how my day was, and I said "meh"...that I was bummed at the loss of my tea cup, tea time wasn't the same. I am typing this and thinking "Self, you are a big baby.". I don't like change...even the good kind, you can ask anyone that knows me. I don't like it. At all. I'm attending to the chicken in the frying pan so I don't burn the apartment down...and he is behind me. Talking...and he said something about my teacup, then said, "Is this what you are missing?" Out of his lunch bag comes my TEACUP!!! I cried just a bit...and hugged my super hero hubby monster!! He went on to say that I couldn't very well have my tea without MY teacup...and said wait there's more! I look...he got me a back-up...identical to my lost teacup. I have a back-up just in case...I am loved. I am spoiled. I am one lucky gal. I know it. We have been having coffee and tea for as long as we've been together. My little reality and monsters in my noggin' settled down. After supper, tea was had in my teacup.
We all lived happily ever after...until I break another cup...oh wait I have a back up...and we all lived happily ever after until I break 2 teacups...