I have thought about it long and hard, and I have come to the conclusion that this is a blog post that many of you have been dying to read for a long time. I am positive that as you lay in bed at night, you wonder about this very issue I am preparing to address.

I myself was actually lying awake last night trying to remember what that type of chess where there are four players and you can take pieces and there is no announced check is. I kept thinking, “Ultimate Chess” but I KNEW DEEP IN MY HEART that that was not right. A quick visit to Ben provided the answer: Extreme Chess. Unfortunately it was 1 am and Ben was not so happy to discover the answer.

What is this issue that is supposedly keeping you up at night, you ask?

COFFEE CUPS!

They are vital to today’s society. What would coffee shops be without coffee cups? How would my Dad manage to spill coffee on his pants in the car every single morning without a cup to get the coffee from the house to the driveway in?

Here are some of the cups of our household.

First we have an attractive holly-patterned Christmas Cup that I got as a party favor about six years ago.

This is one of my favorite cups. It says Jihad Java Cafe-Club Gitmo-RushLimbaugh.com on it. I’m pretty sure that Dad got it as a freebie when he worked at the paper.

Thirdly, there is another freebie- Frontier TeleCommunications!

Another Christmasy cup with a holiday motif! One of a pair; I think someone gave them to us.

Here we have a pink cup. We have owned this cup since the beginning of time, I believe, and it can often be found in its natural habitat, the backseat floor of Dad’s car, and less frequently in its secondary home, the dishwasher/cupboard cycle.

 

Last but not least, we have the Mohonk Mountain House cup. This is my mother’s favorite, a fact I unfortunately discovered when I did a biology experiment that involved soaking the shell off of an egg for several days and then demonstrating osmosis by filling the cup and shelless egg with corn syrup, vinegar, water, ketchup, etc, when I was thirteen.

The experiment was very cool and turned out perfectly, by the way, and for the record: the cup came clean.