I don't know if it qualifies as odd behavior, but I have my morning coffee every day in the same mug I've been using since I was 16 years old. Which makes it about 40 years old. I have yet to drop it, though I did knock it over once on the marble-tiled hearth and made little crackles in the glaze which don't affect its ability to hold coffee.
Kimby, I have some plates,glasses,that I am very partial to as well. I can be very picky about what I eat off of when given a choice of what plates I have available to do so. It makes my husband a little bit crazy I'm afraid... (although,his mother was the same way...) I also have a coffee mug that a potter made expressly for me,it is for a left handed person,and no one 'gets' to use it but me. I know,strange,but 'tis true.
Jazz,I love your mug and plate design.Wonderful lines. I wonder about storage of though,more than one,how do they go in a cupboard?
MY mug : note thumb rest on the LEFT,designed for left hand.
I have lots of mix matched china and a good set of bone china. I am more particular about the mix matched stuff because it is stuff I picked out. The 'good' stuff was passed down to me and although, I do use it when entertaining,I'm not mad about it. It breaks,it breaks... I do get irked when my husband puts something in the microwave that's not microwave safe and it smashes all over. I am irked more by his carelessness than the loss of a dish.
I am more fragile at breakfast than at other meals, so I had to avert my eyes from the old man in pyjamas. This in itself is sufficient to create nightmares for many people ("I dreamed that I was in the meal room and everybody else was fully dressed except me in my pyjamas."). His pyjamas were blue with teddy bears floating around.
He made himself a big cup of tea, and then he added a package of hot cocoa mix to the tea. But this was not enough, because he poured cereal on top at the end. It must have been good, because went back to the buffet for a refill later.
I thought I would drop in a perhaps interesting bit I recently learned that sort of pertains to the original post about not wanting bones on your plate. A friend inherited the family china and silver, which dates back to at least the Victorian period. Someone, she thought an old aunt, had helpfully added papers in each of the neat little form-fitting bags holding the items in a charming antique script listing what each item was, along with where it should be set on the table and how used. Those Victorians seemed to have thought of everything. Special spoons for grapefruit, tongs for eating asparagus, special server for celery. Among the salad plates, dessert plates, bread plates, etc. was a packet of small, sort of oblong plates labeled as being bone plates, to be used to set aside the bones and other inedible parts of certain meats.
Though my parents eat on plastic dishes, they always set a communal bone plate or bowl in the center of the table for everyone to put their inedibles in. Perhaps we feel more "civilized" when we don't have bones, skin and gristle on our plates.