“Why are you upset, honey?”

“It’s just a mug…” :(

Of course, I’m not really upset! Well, not upset-upset; ignore the teeth-grinding noises. I try to move on, and accept that out of a hundred cups that we own this is the one that takes a dent.

Also, it’s not that there wasn’t a way to replace this mug with a new one in the future – even if it’s the distant future! :)

PS: Since I’m on vacation and don’t post a lot: Here is where I got that mug…