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Neela 🌶️'s avatar

RIP to your favorite coffee mug, Luke.

I broke my favorite whisky glass a few weeks back.

I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop ever since.

Happy Monday, Luke.

Lydia Sugarman's avatar

I didn't break my favorite mug. My 3-year-old granddaughter did or so my daughter-in-law said. I loved that mug. I loved the color, the shape, the handle, that it held exactly half of my French Press coffee plus milk. Oh, well. Since, it's been replaced with a mug with straight sides and a larger base so it's completely stable that holds nearly the same amount of coffee. It's a nice creamy yellow with brown flecks because it came from Wilber Chocolate in Lititz, PA. Much better than Hershey chocolate. And, it has a name because Wilber is in a nice messy big script.

The moral of this story? You'll find another mug that you'll come to love, if not as much, nearly as much as the one that broke.

You already know – life goes on. We leave things behind along the way and replace them, or not, going forward. All that matters is that we continue going forward.

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