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: C. J. Hartwell

Christi lives in Phoenix with Husband, Son, Daughter, and Dog. She enjoys moonlit walks on the beach, but as she doesn't live anywhere near a beach, she's usually in bed by 9:30.

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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