Little cup........LOTS OF TRAUMA

This is a little story about the trauma that occurred in my life from this little blue cup........... I will start from the beginning. When we moved to Florida last July I fell in love with our little neighborhood. The neighborhood gave me this great desire to want to be neighborly(I'm pretty sure that is not a word, but I think you get my point). I have been trying to do little things here and there to get to know my neighbors. We have some particularly friendly neighbors that live right next door. The woman is Russian and her husband is from America. Somehow we became friends even though she does not speak any English. She is always so friendly and talkative, and I just nodd and smile at her never having a clue what she is saying. The only word I have ever understood her say came the day her and her husband brought us an adorable little cake. We answered the door and she smiled and said..... "EAT!!" So we did, and it was wonderful. I'm now wishing that was the last encounter we ever had with the sweet neighbors but it wasn't. The trauma came just a few weeks later.

My sweet mom was visiting in February from Utah. It was a Sunday afternoon and I had been begging her to make my favorite cherry cream pie. She started the pie crust only to find out that we were out of eggs. Of course this is no problem to my mom, she says "just borrow one form the neighbors." Sounded easy enough but it was a little out of my comfort zone. But...... I will do anything for my moms pie, so off to the neighbors I went. I tried a few other homes first before the Russian ladies just cause I wasn't in the mood to explain what an egg was using only hand gestures, knowing she doesn't understand English. Just my luck no one was home so I ended up at their home anyway. She was so sweet and she invited me in. It didn't take too long for her to understand what I wanted. She got the egg out of the fridge and started looking around the kitchen making hand gestures letting me know she was trying to find something to put the egg in. I don't know why on earth I needed to carry the egg home in anything but my hands.....must be her culture or something. So I patiently waited for her to find something to send the egg in. Just as she pulled out the "little blue cup" and set the egg in it, her husband comes walking right into the kitchen, which would be fine except for the fact that he was COMPLETELY NAKED!!!! We looked at each other in horror, he tried his best to cover himself up with his hands but it did not work, it was too late, the damage was done. His wife started yelling at him in Russian to get out of the kitchen. He did after what seemed an eternity. Not being able to really talk things out with her (being that we don't speak the same language). I gave her a little reassuring pat on the back and quickly left for home.

Still to this day I have avoided that couple like crazy. If they are doing yard work, we are not. If they are getting their mail, we are not. If they are outside for any reason at all, we are not. I know it's immature, but I don't really care. Matt's sister Cathy keeps telling me the longer I wait to return the blue cup the harder it will be. She is probably right. However, this all took place in February, and it is now the middle of may, and yes I still have the cup. At this rate I think I will be holding on to it for a loooooong time. I do have to say though that the pie was very delicious.......but still not sure if it was worth all the trauma!!