Something's Fishy

The other day, after we had enjoyed a leisurely cup of coffee, I strolled into the kitchen to rinse my cup and put it in the dishwasher.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the measuring cup in the dish drainer.

I said, out loud,"Gross."

This particular measuring cup is very old. In fact, it is so worn that you can't read the measurements on it anymore. It was given to me by Mother right after I got married at age eighteen.

Although I'd received at least two of everything; especially stuff I'd never use, I did not get a measuring cup. So she gave me her old one. And this was forty-four years ago.

I have long since had a new measuring cup. Well, I guess it ain't new no more, but you can read the measurements on it.

At any rate, I knew in a flash, that instead of Husband using the "new" measuring cup, he'd strained himself and reached waaaay up on the top shelf over the stove and fetched the old one.

But just to make sure, I marched into the living room with the piece of evidence and asked.

He said, yeah, he'd used it and so what.

Here's what: The old cup, along with a measuring pitcher that Mother used to measure my formula in when I was a newborn (and you can't read the measurements on it anymore either, plus the spout is chipped off) are what I use to put water in on Friday night. Then on Saturday afternoon, I put the fish in the old measuring cup while I clean out his bowl. I then pour clean water from the pitcher, followed by the water and fish from the cup.

And no, I never wash it.

"I knew the coffee tasted a little fishy this morning," I quipped.

"I guess I'm sunk." Husband responded.

"Yep. You took the bait."

Much later I looked at my arm and said, "My skin is so scaly lately."

Husband started to say the same about his, but caught himself at the last moment.

"I don't suppose that coffee will make us sick, will it?" He asked, later.

"Honey, that ship sailed.  If we get sea sick, we just do."

Daughter asked, "Is this a joke I'm supposed to swallow hook, line and sinker?"

And, "Do you feel swimmingly?"

And on and on, but I will spare you the rest.

Let's just say I hope Husband isn't reeled in by that old measuring cup again.