Ode To My Coffee Mug

Hey Everyone!

Failing really hard at this morning ‘Coffee Talk’ segment haha. It is now 11:43 and I just remembered I was supposed to have this out already. Whoops!

I have a sad story about my coffee mug. šŸ˜¦ Yesterday I was in the kitchen cleaning it from a day of coffee drinking. It was still damp as I was taking it back to my office and I thought nothing of it. That is, of course, until it slipped right out of my hand and hurled towards the ground. In that moment I was in shock. I kicked my foot up in a bad attempt to save it some impact. It hit but didn’t seem to matter. It hit the ground and for a split second I saw that it didn’t break. Moments later it bounced and hit for a second time cracking into at least four pieces. If this sounds dramatic and emotional, it is!

I have been drinking coffee out of that same mug for the entire three years that I have been working here. IĀ  hid it away from the world so no one else could use it. It was the right shape, size, color, and had the right amount of natural flare. It was a nice tan mug with a textured blue bird on the side. It was perfectly thick around the rim, not too thin and not too thick. Perfect size for my mouth. It was heavy enough to feel like a really sturdy mug, all too often mugs get cheaper and cheaper feeling, not this one! And to think I just found it one day in the office cupboard.

So this morning was a little different. You know how if you usually wear a watch, or a hat often enough you feel naked without it? that is how I felt this morning without my mug. I had to scour the cupboard to try and find a suitable replacement. While nothing can fill the void I did find one that will do for now. In the future I will have to bring my own in, once I find it. That being said I will also have to be more careful when transporting it to and from the kitchen. Lesson learned. If I had a picture of my mug I would share it with you, but I never thought this day would come. šŸ˜¦

This post was going to be about some random topics about how I suck at sticking to my own schedule. It seems to have turned into a nice tribute to my dear old coffee mug, and I’m OK with that.

I hope you have a great weekend, and I’ll see you Monday! šŸ˜€ šŸ˜€

P.S.

My brother got an 8 pt buck this morning on my dad’s land. Fingers crossed there are more there tomorrow!

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8 comments

  1. Oh nooooo!!

    The only thing worse than breaking your own favourite mug is breaking someone else’s favourite mug! I am pretty clumsy so I have broken quite a few lovely coffee mugs in my time. I feel your pain! šŸ˜¦

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