Sippy Cups

Got Ann Summers things in the mail this afternoon. Tried on new nightie before anything else, had it ripped off me, ended up with a dislocated hip again. Spur-of-the-moment sex is not good for me!

It's alright though, because it went back in a few hours later and I waited until it did before blogging so you didn't get me screaming curse words. That's never fun.

I was doubly pissed off at the time though 'cause Rambo broke me and then buggered off to work for a couple hours leaving me stranded in bed when I hadn't eaten anything in nearly 24 hours and was starving. Then he didn't even bring me home any comfort food. Fucker.

Oh, also, last night I made the silly mistake of thinking I was capable of getting myself tea. I made the tea, and I carried it upstairs, but then I spazzed out in my room and the cup fell on the floor and there was tea everywhere. As that's like, the tenth time that's happened to me in the last month or so it was decided that I am no longer to be trusted with open mugs. Started shopping for sippy cups. For some reason these come in two varieties - baby ones that hold bugger all liquid, and disability living aid ones that hold the same amount of liquid, but look uglier. My awesome button-operated kettle dispenses 250ml of hot water for my tea, and there's no way to adjust that, so I've been buying mugs and the like based on the fact that it needs to hold at least 300ml to compensate for milk and not overflowing, so both baby sippy cups and disability living aid 'spill proof cups' were out of the question as the largest I found held 200ml.

...Then I hit myself in the head for being so stupid and got myself a sports thermos. Seriously, what the hell was I thinking searching for spill-proof cups when I knew that sports-cap bottles always served me well in the past? I am such an idiot at times.