We all have little quirks, right? I'm sure most people have certain ways of doing things or preferences that might not necessarily be described as "normal" but also don't fall under the category of psychotic or disturbed.
Well, one of my little, endearing, charming quirks is that I like to drink out of plastic cups--soft plastic cups. Not the hard kind and not the disposable kind, but the reusable kind that you might get at a sporting event or something.
When we were in Memphis a few weeks ago, these were the cups that we used at the rehearsal dinner. Seeing what a gem of a cup it was and knowing that we didn't have any of these at our house for some strange reason, I took mine and Kris'. Obviously, the restaurant did not plan on washing these and providing them for the next guests usage, so I took ours home with us and have been enjoying tasty beverages from the pig cup ever since.
And I am mercilessly bereated by my husband for doing so. He will only drink out of actual glasses so the fact that I prefer plastic is appalling to him. I like my pig cup so I don't care what anybody thinks. Asher likes it, too, because he thinks that it has a dog on it. He barks whenever he sees it. I try to tell him that pigs say "oink-oink" (even though they really don't, but that seems to be the conventional sound to teach children regarding pigs.) But I digress...
My point is, I like my Central BBQ pig cup and I must say, my drinks taste better when I use it.
Kris--accept the pig cup. It is here to stay.