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.