two stories:
1. when we were little we had a coffee mug with a ceramic frog at the bottom; when you finished drinking it was sitting there like a little surprise. i remember the day that my mom got tired of trying to clean around the frog and threw the mug away. i protested. i'm pretty sure i even said "who cares if it's clean".
2. when i was living in orange county with my sister we went to color me mine in huntington beach and picked out things to paint for each other. not surprisingly, we both picked coffee mugs. i managed to get mine all the way to my village without injury, and now every morning i enjoy the western novelty known as early grey tea as i sip from it. here's the best part:
a portrait of our 44th, barack obama, waits for me at the bottom so that, in bonny's words, i don't forget who the president is.
:~) sorry about throwing the dirty frog on the bottom mug away...it makes a great story in your blog...
ReplyDeletebabe. the frog was dirty. it had hot chocolate crusties. and you won't forget every single morning.
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