Well, at times, "adults" can be questionable. Not just him, but sometimes me too.
I admit it.
Sometimes my inner 12-year old comes out...I CAN help it but at times, if I feel it is worth it to me, I let her roll.
This brings me to "Battle-CUP".
Last Sunday, May 1st, I made my husband a pot of coffee and sweetly took him a big cup upstairs to await his rising, so he could be greeted with a hot, fresh mug of Joe!
Later that day, as I went up to do some chore, I walked in the bathroom and there it was.
Sitting on my vanity - as if to say "please take me downstairs and put me in the dishwasher..."
(enter 12 year-old me)
I will not (stomp, stomp, pout) I thought as I moved the CUP back over to his vanity. Surely he would get the hint.
I don't even drink coffee!
Monday morning I left for my workout, returned home after and Bob was already gone - and the CUP - was on my vanity.
"Hmm, surely just an oversight, right?" I thought as I gingerly moved the CUP back to his vanity.
Tuesday morning, a new day, I head off to MY workout, secure in the knowledge the CUP would be gone upon my return.
It was gone, from his vanity...and back on mine.
"Intentional?" I thought. "Yep!" I answered as I rather firmly placed the CUP back on his vanity.
Well, it is 8 days later and the "Dance of the CUP" continues.
I will NOT bring that CUP downstairs, although it eats at my soul like termite in an old tree stump.
I have my principles and my pride - okay, not really, but I still won't bring it downstairs.
The CUP can be a permanent addition to the master bathroom decor for all I care, at least it matches my colors.
If you have a nice bouquet of flowers or a good pillar candle you wish to donate to pretty it up, I am excepting donations.
@#$&ing CUP.
Yep, that's how I roll.
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