I thought it was the cutest mug. I found it at a yard sale a few years ago, and I truly enjoyed it. Funny how some mugs make the best cup of tea, and this one did.
(borrowed picture from eBay but forgot seller's SN; sorry)
But I accidentally knocked it off the kitchen counter the other day--it crashed and disintegrated all over the floor. It splintered so completely that I found shards from the wreckage all the way on the other side of the room (about 8 feet away).
I felt as shattered as the mug. I looked for another on eBay and found just one. But I knew it couldn't replace the one I had lost. A good mug is like a good friend; it is an individual and nothing else is ever the same.
Happily, however, there is a nice ending to this little tale of woe. I found a new treasure at the dollar store. It is Offensively Green. It is Offensively Large. It is Just Right.
Meet my new mug.
I put him next to a normal "large" mug for size comparison. This monster holds a pint and a half of liquid (I know; I checked; three cups full, seriously!), and that's how I like my tea--in vast quantities. But he seems more like a chocolate mug or maybe soup. That's okay. He can be exactly the kind of mug he wants to be. I think I'll call him Lug.
Life is somehow satisfactory again.