I knew we had too many mugs.
I knew most of them came into our home through Hubby.
Some were gifts from work. Some were from his (many) bachelor years.
I’ve always known that I have issues.
But I don’t think I realized Hubby has them too . . . until about a month ago.
At a Christmas party gag gift exchange, he chose this gift.
Not as a wrapped, who-knows-what-it-is-let’s-get-crazy-and-take-a-chance choice.
He stole it. Like . . . someone else opened it and he saw it and he wanted it. Enough to steal it.
No, your eyes are not deceiving you. That is a cow. A cow inside a mug.
No, you’re not un-cool and out of the loop. Cows inside mugs isn’t a new trend.
Yes, you’re right. It’s a totally stupid mug.
Perfect for a GAG GIFT!!!!
This morning, when hubby drank out of it, he decided that (even though he had tried to deny it before) coffee in a Stupid Cow Mug has a “whang” to it.
Evidently, it’s difficult to properly seal a ceramic cow that’s sitting inside of a mug.
Who knew?
Gleefully, I threw it in the trash.
Note: I love hubby and can totally accept his Mug Issues since he kindly accepts my Many Assorted Issues. He knows I wrote this and doesn’t mind because he loves when he is the subject of my posts.