I have to drink my morning coffee – a double americano, black – from a plain white mug this morning because my favorite mug broke was broken was discovered to have broken yesterday. It was only a year old, and barely lived past the campaign it mocked.
I’d pour out this today’s first cuppa in mourning (“for all my shattered homies”), but I need it too much.
Late Great Favorite Mug
5 responses so far ↓
1 Shan // Dec 2, 2008 at 8:30 am
Swear to God, I opened the dishwasher and the handle was hanging from the top rack, broken off from the body of the mug. I had nothing to do with it!
2 admin // Dec 2, 2008 at 8:32 am
My lawyer is going to drive a Winnebago through the holes in that alibi.
3 Donna // Dec 2, 2008 at 3:57 pm
If I were your wife and you said that to me, I’d tell you that you can wash your own mug.
4 admin // Dec 2, 2008 at 4:10 pm
Thing is, I’m the one who loads the dishwasher, and usually unloads it to. This lends some credibility to the defendant’s claim.
5 Rebecca // Dec 2, 2008 at 6:19 pm
I’m so sorry for your loss.
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