First meeting with his sister:
His sister to me: "I know Jane Fonda, you know."
Me: "Ah, congratulations?"
But back to my new pencil cup. Recently it was buried in a box of what-nots or do-we-have-the-effort-to-even-sort-through-this-s**ff. He (the man I did not marry but live with now for over 20 years) said, "For heaven's sake Honey, let's clean up some of these precious belongings." Nope. He didn't really say that.
I saw my old dear cup all dirty with age sitting in the garage one day. I remembered I bought in a boutique by the beach for (probably) too much money because I WANTED it. I brought it home and the ex said that his sister's feelings would be hurt if we didn't use her mugs, the pink flamingo ones, and said too bad because I love this mug, now a pencil cup, and still do.