There was a tragic turn of events last week. My beloved two dollar “hand-crafted-by-foreign-children-so-as-to-be-available-to-hoarding-americans-who-don’t-need-more-of-anything-for-two-dollars” coffee mug from Target was forever lost to this world because of soapy dish hands and an industrial sink. It was quite sad when it shattered, and I feared that my mornings were to be forever a little less happy. Not that I’m really ever all that happy before 8am. 

You see, I judge the quality of my day based on how much I enjoy my morning coffee, and that stupid mug made countless mornings just a tad brighter, mostly because it didn’t hold heat very well and I like my morning soup luke warm. I’m a weirdo, what can I say. Thank goodness for those tiny, inexpensive and uneducated factory hands and Lord Jesus bless that mug. 

R.I.P Cheap Ceramic Cup, provenance: Target on La Brea (2004-2010).

I thought my morning happiness was lost forever, or at the very least I might have to suck it up and drive the seven minutes it takes to get to Peet’s on Larchmont for the foreseeable future. But something happened to change the game completely. Something happened that would make all my mornings a little bit sunnier.