Of Coffee Cups
I love coffee mugs/cups as much as I love coffee. One of my treasured childhood memories was my dad making his cup of coffee when he came home from work in the late afternoon. I would get a whiff of that aroma and get a glimpse of the humongous mug in his hands – I was in love. I was not allowed to drink coffee then, by the way, but those instances planted and nourished the seed within me.
To this day, I cannot go a day without at least a cup of coffee. I have also collected a lot of coffee cups along the way, each one having its own story that makes it all the more special.
I rotate the use of my coffee mugs. Which one I use depends on my mood. If I feel like drinking more than usual, I get my BIG mug. If I feel like reliving my college days, I get this mug that was given to me by a friend. If I am feeling a little classy, I use my Starbucks mug.
Right now, my cup of the moment is this quaint light brown one with “Old Glory” written on it. To be honest, I don’t know exactly why I feel like using it. Maybe because it’s the perfect size – it gives me my morning dose of caffeine. Maybe because the design is just nice to look at. Or maybe it fits my hand perfectly. I don’t know, but I sure love this mug!
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