The Perfect Mug

sunshine-2I’ve never been a terribly possessive person. In fact, my family gets pretty nervous whenever I start cleaning.

However recently I became aware of how much a particular item meant to me. To whit: my coffee mug. Or rather, my tea mug. For I drink tea in it.

I inadvertently left it in the staff break room earlier in the week. When I returned, it wasn’t there!

*Gasp*

Someone must have stolen it! For surely, it was such a glorious mug — everyone must have coveted it! Oh gawd, my mug … my beautiful mug … gone forever! Who could have done such a dastardly deed?!

*Sob*

Then I spotted it, sitting in the sink. Someone had placed it there, thinking it was dirty.

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It makes me smile every time I use it. Here’s where you can find one too — masculine pronouns available.

Guard it well, my friends.

Author: CJ Hartwell

After spending most of her life in Phoenix, Arizona, CJ Hartwell moved to the middle of Minnesota. Is she nuts? Probably. For updates on her sanity, click on the link to follow by email.

7 thoughts on “The Perfect Mug”

  1. Tea stains are not dirt! They add character and flavor to the cup😉 My contribution for the Saturday Smile: appreciation cake. Do you know how great it is to come to work and find out someone has made a delectable tray of dainties to show their appreciation? Absolutely fabulous! Needless to say, who wants to eat a sandwich when you can eat cake all day! And I believe the sugar high helps my productivity ☺ Happy SATURDAY SMILE ☺😊😀

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