"Could you bring home take-out"

I walked into my bedroom tonight and found a familiar sight.

A sight that makes me crazy if I spend any time at all thinking about it.

Which is why,

for the sake of my marriage,

I do my best to ignore it.

Tonight it was hard to ignore,

so I started to clean it up,

but then I decided to take pictures of it first.

What is it, you ask?

It is

Blue.

Plastic.

Cups.

Blue, Plastic, Cups?

Yes

Blue. Plastic. Cups.

There are currently 18

Blue, plastic, cups

in my bedroom.

Why?

I'll tell you why.

Because my husband is crazy.

I love him,

but

he.

is.

crazy!

These are the cups of water that he brings to bed with him

every

night.

and never throws away.

He doesn't use regular cups.

He's afraid that they don't get clean enough.

So he uses disposable cups.

They don't have to be blue.

He's not that crazy.

Sometimes they are red.

Some are empty

Some are still full.

Some are half full

or

Half empty

Depending on weather your are

an

optimist

or

a

pessimist.

They usually stay confined to his dresser,

but as you can see

they have overflowed

onto the

ironing board.

I shouldn't care,

I don't iron,

But I do have to look at them

and it drives me

crazy.

Is there a name for this disorder?

(I'm sure it's a disorder)

Do you think it can be managed with a pill?

Therapy perhaps?

Maybe we can find some celebrities to do a telethon

to raise awareness

and money,

for research

or at least to help pay for

all

of

the

disposable

CUPS!