Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I hear ya, Muggsy!

I have a new favorite mug.

Which is big, because I'm particular about my mugs.

They have to feel good in my hands. I like them to be substantial and solid...no rinky-dinky tea/coffee cups that you have to hold between your thumb and forefingers.

I must be able to wrap my fingers through the handle and around the mug, cradling its body in my palm, allowing the warmth of its contents to spread through out my chilled hand.

I only have two mugs that I gravitate too.

Well, not only that. I love them so much, I will dig them out of the not-yet-run dishwasher and wash them by hand just to sip my beloved java.


See what I mean?



Perfect bowledge. She conforms to my hand.
Yes, there is a crack in her. Not to worry. She's 5 years old, and has had that crack just about as long. She's been through the dishwasher and microwave countless times and has never leaked a drop of comfort.



And also too....


I have 3 more just in case.


And this one?



He's thick and strong. Always dependable.
Like my Sugar Daddy
And also like Bounty, but non-absorbant.



BUT!

I now have a THIRD choice!
Say 'hello' to my lit'le friend...


Not only does she fulfill all requirements for my blessed morning event, she makes me laugh while teaching others correct language usage.


A teaching coffee mug.



*sigh*

I love her.
And the blog from whence she came.

And that crazy-haired, cat lady who writes that blog makes me laugh, too.






2 sweet words:

heidi said...

I'm particular about MY mugs, too. I have one favorite that NO ONE is allowed to use. I wanted the whole set of dishes, but couldn't afford it so I just bought myself the coffee cup. My second favorite was an old fashioned brown coffee cup from a greasy spoon restaurant. Alas, it died at the hands of a clumsy pregnant woman some time ago. *sigh*

Sugar Mommy said...

heidi,
i feel your pain. many a dish has been victim of my pregnant hands. it's the price we pay for having children.

sm