Straws and I go way back. I remember the first “fun” straw I got, probably as part of a Happy Meal, that had a bunch of loops in it, and I loved drinking Kool-Aid with it. I would slowly suck the colorful liquid, watching it make its ascent up the loops, fascinated by the simple science. Drinking with a straw made the beverages taste better and last longer (at least it seemed that way), and using a straw was much more entertaining than merely using my lips (and I could blow bubbles in my sodas). The delight I found in getting the liquid halfway up the straw and then lifting the straw out of the glass, liquid frozen in space, stays with me to this day.
I don’t have any “fun” straws anymore; now mine are of the basic grocery store variety, but I still insist on buying the straws that are fun colors instead of the ones that are just blue and white striped. Stephen is baffled by my affection for straws, and it saddens me that he does not use them. (I must content myself with blowing the paper wrapper at him. He doesn’t much care for that, either.) I tried to explain the wonder of straws to him, even insisted upon their utility (many a straw has saved me from having the ice at the bottom of the glass come rushing to the top, thus preventing liquid from splashing onto my face), but to no avail. All couples have their disagreements, and I suppose if this is ours, we have it pretty good. 🙂
What is one object you use on a regular basis that you couldn’t go without?