My Tomas

So, one of the stupidest arguments I've ever had was about a coffee mug.

I will begin by saying that any morning that my Tomas gets up before me (which is most mornings cuz I'm a lazy ass person...unless I seriously need to be somewhere and get something done), he grinds the coffee, turns on the maker and produces a lovely pot of coffee for us to go out an face the world with. You see, if you didn't know, I have a terrible caffeine addiction. It's kind of like my sleep addiction, but unfortunately it is supposed to help me overcome my sleep addiction...which is supposed to help me overcome my caffeine addiction. As soon as I kick one, then I'll kick the other.

But that's not the point. The point is, my Tomas makes me coffee basically every morning. It isn't that I am incapable of making coffee, I just think it's a pain in the ass to grind the beans every morning and then put it in the thing and...ugh. So much work when I'm tired and can't even make myself eat anything.

Usually one cup can get me through one class, more if I need it, but I generally have time to grab at least one more before the next one. During one of these times, I was sitting on the couch with Tomas and decided I wanted more coffee before I had to go be a student again. Upon making this decision I voiced it by saying, "I want some coffee."

Tomas, being the wonderful, amazing person he is, asked me, "Do you want me to make you some?" So I clearly said, "Yes." See, Tomas is so much better at making my coffee than I am. It's like a science or something and it just tastes better when he does it. I say it's because of the love, but I think he believes it's just because someone else is slaving over a hot cup for my benefit.

He brought me my perfected cup of lifeblood and we sat for awhile watching Home Improvement re-runs on TV because it was still kind of early in the morning so none of the good TV was on yet. When it was almost time to go, I realized that I still hadn't finished my coffee and that I really should, but I didn't want to waste it and drink it too quickly or I wouldn't enjoy it. I was stuck! What to do? Drink it quickly, or enjoy it for a shorter amount of time. NO. Wait. I have it. I'll just bring it with me.

I knew that there was a travel mug somewhere in Tomas' miraculously clean kitchen so I asked him if he could get one for me, but then I changed my mine because really, I didn't need to make more dirty dishes for him, and there wasn't really enough coffee left in my cup to warrant the need for a travel mug. So I said never mind, I'll just use this one.

From here I could just say that we left, I finished my coffee and went to class, but no. We aren't like normal people. We like to argue with each other over stupid things. Like coffee mugs.

He looked at me and said,
"Well, why don't you just use this one?"

Me: Why can't I use this one?

Tomas: Why can't you use this one?

Me: Because I'm already using this one.

Tomas: So?

Me: It would be silly to dirty another cup.

Tomas: No, it's fine. Just use this one.

Me: Why does it matter so much?

Tomas: Just use the travel one. You won't spill.

Me: I'm not going to spill. This one is fine. I'll finish it in the car and you can take it back to the apartment.

Tomas: I really think you should use this one.

Me: Do you just not want me to leave the house with this mug?

Tomas: Yes.

Me: I'm not going to break it.

Tomas: I know that. I just think you should use this one.

Me: No. I'm just going to use this one. I'll finish it in like two seconds. Don't worry about it. Let's just go. (leaves house)

Tomas: Can't you just use this one? (follows me out)

Me: No. I'm already to the car. I'm almost done anyway.

Tomas: (in car, driving me to class) Crap. I forgot something.

Me: That's ok, just go back. Then we can drop off the cup. I finished my coffee.

Or something like that.

Clearly, it was stupid. But to this day I make fun of us for it. We argued about a coffee mug. Really? We've had our moments, but when we talked about it later we couldn't help but laugh. Oh, yeah. That's another thing. We talk about our stupid arguments. Just to make sure the other person isn't actually upset or something. It makes the rest of the day turn out pretty well.

So. It's late. I'm tired. And now I'm going to bed. Sorry if there are a TON of spelling/grammar errors. I need to sleep.