I made a joke with my coffee mug.
The warm sun finally came out this morning and I practically tripped over the puppy on my way out the door to go stand in it. The forecast suggests I won’t get much more of it this year. I have a headache and I’m thinking of having a third cup of coffee even though the first two weren’t very satisfying. Still trying to decide if it’s funny or if I’m terrible for drinking out of this mug during Erik’s deployment. Little bit of both?
Category: Slice of Life