I drink out of the measuring cup. That's right, the thing that you use in cooking to be sure that you're putting in the right amount of sugar, milk, all of that crap.
It's my favorite cup.
I don't know why. It just appeals to me. I saw the measuring cup one time and just picked it up, cleaned it, and then poured milk into it and drank out of it. That was like what, three years ago? And I still drink out of it as often as I can. It's a clear glass one that doesn't have any nicks or anything. And I just love it. I don't even drink out of the lip of the measuring cup. At least not that often, in fact I don't like to drink out of the lip. I just love the cup.
A measuing cup. It rocks. And for some reason when I'll see someone else's measuring cup I'll think to myself, "My measuring cup is so better than there's is."
It's amazing. And it's true. I'll look at all of my friends' measuring cups and just think about how mine doesn't have scratches. How the little red markings on it aren't faded and still as solid as ever. Or about how my measuring cup is glass and there's is plastic. Yes, this goes through my mind as I see their measuring cup. And then I'll come home and get my own and marvel at it.
Why? It's so ******** wierd.
I love my measuring cup. heart
Wow. I've just made a journal entry about my wonderful measuring cup. Hell yes. biggrin
 MythicalYoko · Sat Mar 11, 2006 @ 08:22pm · 3 Comments |
