when: december 6, 2010
what: my husbands coffee cup. except its got my coffee in it and not his. why? because he’s at work and sometimes when he’s not home i like to sneak his mug because it makes me think of him. plus it has a good shape to it. and it was a gift to him from my dad. we saw it one afternoon when we were all at starbucks in fred meyer in bellingham. earl wanted the mug. my dad said, “start a church and i’ll buy you the mug.” he started a church. my dad got him the mug.
on a morbid note – the church is gone and so is my dad. hmm. that’s a lot of memories stored up in one mug.