my mug shot

It had to happen.

Longtime loyal readers will recognize Roses:

… my singular faithful mug featured in a posting on April 16, 2009. I’m quite picky and particular about my mug as I use one almost exclusively. There’s a host of criteria to be met to achieve My Mug status and my attachment is strong.

Roses is no longer.

Yes, Roses slipped from my hand onto the kitchen linoleum. Large chunks and chips scattered every which way, rendering Roses beyond repair. For weeks I scoured the thrift stores for a new one; in the meantime, my Stanley travel mug stood solidly in its stead.

Finally she appeared, for 99 cents at the Goodwill. Meet Miss M:

Sweeeet. I might add she wears her sugar-free hot cocoa with mini-marshmallows like a natural.


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. aubrey
    Oct 26, 2010 @ 13:13:29

    I understand mug-closeness. Once, I thought my work-mug had been stolen. I sent an agency-wide email saying that the person can just return the mug, and there will be no ass-kicking. Or something to that effect.

    Anyway, I found the mug (wasn’t stolen) and instead got into trouble (this agency-wide threat also went to the CEO of the company). Fortunately, she thought it was a hoot.

    Speaking of which, you have a very handsome mug!


    • allycatadventures
      Oct 27, 2010 @ 11:26:42

      @aubrey – too funny about your company mug. in retrospect. terribly curious where you found it.


      • aubrey
        Oct 27, 2010 @ 13:41:28

        As I recall, it was hidden in a corner of a co-workers extremely cluttered office. I must have been talking with her, put my cup of coffee down and forgotten all about it.

        Still, it was fun, keeping the agency in thrall, if only for a day.


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