Hi there all
I don't know if you all know this but I love my coffee. I love my coffee also in my travel mug. Rob had purchased a mug for me as you can't easily get this type of mug here in Ecuador or twizzler licorice or jelly bellies jelly beans, inject sad face here. I was walking around town drinking my coffee and getting errands done. In the post office of all places, my mug was stolen from right under my nose..... I am still a little upset about it. Of all the things to steal, my half drunk coffee in my cool travel mug. I do have to say that I immaturely carried on a bit about it, but it really made me frustrated and annoyed. Of all the things to take, a mug, I mean really. And for some reason, you don't feel complete if you don't finish the last swallow of coffee. After hearing my rant, a friend of mine took pity on me and gave me a nicer travel mug from Starbucks, it even has hearts on it that get redder when the coffee is hot. It is cute. I don't often partake in anything cute but it is cute and sturdy and softens my hard edge in the morning and it is not cute that it is annoying. Too cute in the morning is like someone chattering, abrasive, not acceptable morning protocol. This new mug does soften the burn of losing the other one. I really quite like and am grateful to have it. I am quite attached to my coffee. I have given up so much in the way of bad food habits and such, that I feel that I can have one vise. So out of all the vises that I could have, I think that coffee is a good compromise. So here I sit this morning writing to you all in the lovely warm morning sun sipping my coffee from my new coffee mug with all hearts a nice appropriate shade of red. I am enjoying one of life's little pleasures, coffee at the perfect temperature in the morning, quietly.......
I don't know if you all know this but I love my coffee. I love my coffee also in my travel mug. Rob had purchased a mug for me as you can't easily get this type of mug here in Ecuador or twizzler licorice or jelly bellies jelly beans, inject sad face here. I was walking around town drinking my coffee and getting errands done. In the post office of all places, my mug was stolen from right under my nose..... I am still a little upset about it. Of all the things to steal, my half drunk coffee in my cool travel mug. I do have to say that I immaturely carried on a bit about it, but it really made me frustrated and annoyed. Of all the things to take, a mug, I mean really. And for some reason, you don't feel complete if you don't finish the last swallow of coffee. After hearing my rant, a friend of mine took pity on me and gave me a nicer travel mug from Starbucks, it even has hearts on it that get redder when the coffee is hot. It is cute. I don't often partake in anything cute but it is cute and sturdy and softens my hard edge in the morning and it is not cute that it is annoying. Too cute in the morning is like someone chattering, abrasive, not acceptable morning protocol. This new mug does soften the burn of losing the other one. I really quite like and am grateful to have it. I am quite attached to my coffee. I have given up so much in the way of bad food habits and such, that I feel that I can have one vise. So out of all the vises that I could have, I think that coffee is a good compromise. So here I sit this morning writing to you all in the lovely warm morning sun sipping my coffee from my new coffee mug with all hearts a nice appropriate shade of red. I am enjoying one of life's little pleasures, coffee at the perfect temperature in the morning, quietly.......
:warning to future coffee mug acquirers, hands off !!!!
Talk to you all later
Robin
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