It’s after 8 p.m. and I haven’t posted yet today. I had big plans to put up my review/giveaway of the Oreck Steam Mop.
At this point, I don’t know that that will happen until tomorrow.
And . . . I broke my mug.
Actually, it’s hubby’s Elvis mug that he received as a gift a few years ago, but I’m the one who drinks out of it every single day. It’s the perfect size, the perfect weight, and the lip curves perfectly.
Just like Elvis . . .
I know things break and that when all is said and done, it is just a thing.
But this thing represents a big accomplishment for me in my deslobification process. I didn’t realize how much I loved this mug until I started doing the dishes every single night. Pre-blog, I never grew attached to any one mug because the dishes were done so randomly that I had to be satisfied with whatever was clean.
Or easiest to clean.
It was only after this mug was clean every morning that I realized my love for it. I could choose from any of our all-clean-at-the-same-time mugs, but gravitated toward this one every day.
I’ll miss it.