Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I can stop whenever I want

I used the blue cup today for my coffee. Sometimes the blue cup is dirty and I have to use the white cup with the black handle. The white cup used to have a picture from Alice in Wonderland on it, and the Cheshire Cat disappeared (all except for his grin, of course) whenever you poured hot liquid in it, but I put it in the dishwasher one day and the whole thing just flaked off, so now it's just a plain white cup with a black handle. Shame, too, because it wasn't my cup, it was my daughter's cup, but she says I'm forgiven so I guess it's okay. Now I just like to use that cup because it's at least as big as the blue one.


I am not addicted to coffee. That's a good one. Hah! I only have one cup a day.


Unless my neighbor calls and invites me over for a cup of coffee at her house, in which case it's only polite to accept, and I never have more than one cup of coffee there (in a plain white cup, that's probably close to the same size as my own blue cup or the white cup with the black handle), sometimes going as far as two cups, but only if she's really bothered about something like her troglodyte son who is almost fifty years old and won't get a job and who drinks Natural Light and burns crap in the back yard all day. I mean, it's ridiculous. That lying hussy left him almost twenty years ago, and anyway, that's no excuse for living off your mother's social security income, never mind about mowing the grass. I bet my neighbor could mow the grass if she wanted and it would be cheaper than feeding and sheltering a grown man like her son who just bums cigarettes off her and beer money. It's a shame. And sometimes it takes more than one cup of coffee to feel better about it all.

Anyway, so I'm not addicted to coffee, AT ALL.

Sometimes my girlfriend calls up and I have to go over to see her and she doesn't drink caffeinated anything but if I'm coming she makes a cup of coffee just for me, using a French coffee press. That makes the best cup of coffee! It's not bitter at all and she always has real sugar for me and sets out the half and half. If we're walking she puts it in a thermos container for me and I carry it all around the park, pausing during our conversation to sip, sip, sip at that wonderful, warm coffee. Mmm. She's a good friend.

But she herself only ever drinks decaf because she says coffee just gets her completely wired and jittery. Not like me at all, because I know when to say when. I just have the one cup per day and then I'm good.

It's not like my own cups are that huge. I actually measured how much coffee fit in each cup and it's hardly more than twelve ounces. Not too bad. I've been eyeing the cups that are selling in a little shop down the street from here. They're definitely cups because they have a handle on them, but man, they're really huge. Like soup bowl size. Still, I bet if I measured, they would turn out to be about the same size as the cups I've been using. Probably they just have really thick walls or something.

I used to have a little cup that I bought at a thrift store that was like that. It had really thick walls and the handle fit the crook of my finger just perfectly. It was a genuine diner-restaurant-style coffee cup and cute as a button. It was so small that I used to drink two cups of coffee from it every day. But eventually, I had to stop kidding myself and started using the blue cup (and the white one with the black handle, but this was before my daughter brought that cup home), but just one of those. And I accidently broke the little white one anyway, so it's just as well I'd already gone on to the blue cup.

Still, sometimes I miss that little white one. Especially at times like just this moment, when I've just finished drinking all the coffee from the blue cup. If I still had the white one, I could fill it up again. But I only get one and, since I'm not addicted to coffee AT ALL, that's that.

I wonder if my neighbor might need to talk?



2 comments:

Alice said...

AWWW cute. I love this. I was trying to tell Laura to just do one can of soda a day, thinking of your single-cup-a-day rule. But then maybe she'd start buying the big bottles instead? Today she stuck one in the freezer and forgot about it. It's going to be exploded by the time I get home.

Is there a coffee-drinkers anonymous group?

Anonymous said...

The Gift.. I could see every moment of what was going on. made me realize how much more I miss you guys!