To be disappointed that Dp made my tea in my least favourite mug

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I have several favourite mugs, Is it too much to ask that he uses one of them and not the horrible thick one? I like a nice thin china mug.

Ok I'm bored, sorry.

just be thankfull he doesnt pee in it

Ah, mine does this. We have one mutant mug that is just too big, too thick and the wrong colour for tea. I hide it at the back of the cupboard to prevent him making tea in it. But still it comes.

I suppose the answer is to make my own tea, and I sometimes wonder if this is the ultimate aim.

yanbu
I bought amug fom vistaprint once eith a wedding picture on it.:-

i' lefthanded and lke the picture to face away from me- this mug the picture faces towards. I bought it for hm so it was no big deal. but sometimes he gives me the mug to drink out of and I hate it!

Haha boomer that sounded like a cracking insult.

Mulled wine not pretentious round my way - bottle from Lidl for a fiver. Hot wine with sugar and brandy in, what more is needed.

YANBU. We have one mug which is ever so slightly bigger than the others and therefore highly desirable. Dp thinks he should get it because 'I'm the bloke' but I think I should get it because I'm up half the night with Ds so need more caffeine.

lol at mutant mug

endoplasmic
Just smash the fucker. Problem solved.

I love my coffee mug and my tea mug. DH once - and only once - gave my coffee mug, full of tea, to MIL

And I do have 2 Dulux colour charts on the inside of the door to the tea/coffee/mug cupboard!

my mum got rid of/lost/broke the mug that was left at their house for my tea. she's made me use the "more tea vicar?" mhg because it's the closest in shapesnd weight to a proper cup.
I forget every time ee visit and get upset my cup haas gone.

at my shop, I always make sure the guests get the book themed mugs and i have the crappy yellow that Friday feeling mug (which is actually lovely and came with socks but can only be usrd on fridays and happydays which is why it has lasted so long)

JustGiveMe - I would, but although it's crap for tea it's exactly the right size for measuring out the amount of rice to cook when we are having curry.

Perhaps I just need to keep it somewhere else.

YANBU, its just not right, but the wrong milk is also a crime in this house .

I take my own mug to work everyday and bring it home again. Wrapped in a sock, in my smart work bag. On the bus. After dropping kids at school.
Thin (bone china) check. White inside check. Pleasing external pattern check.
The work mug is my second-line/travelling mug. My main mug does not travel.

Do I win Queen of the Mug Freaks?

YANBU. Leave the bastard!

I used to keep my mugs in my room when I was in halls at university, as if I caught one of my housemates using one it would give me the rage. At home now, all the nice mugs live at the front of the cupboard and the shitty ones live at the back. Whenever someone comes round though, DH uses one of the rubbish ones. Why? It's more effort Ffs!

It was also a dark day in our house when I realised he'd used my favourite wooden spoon to stir Lego in dirty bleachy water (don't ask!). Bastard.

Do any of you take your own mugs to work? Do you then hide it to stop other people drinking out of your mug (and not bothering to wash it up again). Especially that really unhygienic person...

Do you go all apeshit if you find someone using it without your permission?

I had my own mug at work but I made sure nobody ever used it because I brought a chipped mug. Guaranteed to be left alone.

My DH never even measures the coffee or the sugar, he just tips it into my mug (which is often my least favourite) getting coffee and sugar all over the worktop in the process. This has to be grounds for divorce right?

I can't stand those dead thin cups. Too bloody flimsy and you burn yourself if you touch it by accident. I like massive half pint mugs with huge handles and 'dishwasher safe' on the bottom

haha jemjelly my last boyfriend accused me of putting sugar into my cup like a cropsprayer! I try not to make a mess but I always bang the spoon against something or flick bits of coffee grounds out of the tin because I'm in a hurry.

I can't believe I have so much to say about a cuppa.

I have my own mug at work too.

One colleague used to use my mug, take it away from the staff room and leave it in his classroom half full of tea.

I am not very good with thin mugs either.

I am a bit heavy mouthed. I had some lovely Dartington Crystal glasses once, I bit the rims of them all, or crashed the glass against my teeth pissed and smashed them.

I used to have a special work mug, but I had a nervous twitch at the sight of the communal scouring pad in the office kitchen, and thought it was overkill to take a scouring sponge in with me and keep it with my own dedicated bottle of fairy in my desk.

Boomerwang at uni I solved the problem of mug stealing by never washing mine, I used to drink black coffee (as someone had usually stolen the milk) so it got really stained.

But nobody wanted to steal it.

Office Kitchens = disgusting, revolting pits of filth.

so
these d thread made me need a cup of tea.
dh has just made it.
he's put it inthe world's best mum mug I made him get for me "from dd" from the vhurch fete.
I wanted my blue yellow face mug. :(

AND he's put too much sugar in it si it tastes rank.

My DP always puts too much sugar in, but thats probably because you can never find a teaspoon and have to use a dessert spoon.

Seasonal, novelty mugs are my least favourite types of mugs. I especially hate the mugs that people buy the dc for Easter that have eggs in them. This is why we end up with Spiderman mugs etc. I never drink out of them. They are ok though as outside mugs or for soaking ds1's mouth guard he uses for rugby.
Somebody bought me some mugs as a present. They are too big and the colours too garish. I must've chipped half a dozen nice, pleasing mugs since I've had these and yet the fuckers remain intact

A friend's exbf used to do a very weird stirring thing.

It was the maddest most frantic stir you've ever seen, like he was whisking up a meringue or something. Ye Gods, the noise, the spillage, the weirdness.

I was like this in his kitchen when I witnessed it, I'm shuddering now recalling it.