Why do I keep writing weird stories about my mugs? Because I love stories. And so do you—here's why.
Something warm is on his eyes. It’s gooey and gritty at the same time. And it smells weird. He’s frozen, unsure what’s going to happen next.
His arms look normal. It’s probably just the adrenaline, he thinks. He hasn’t run in years. Maybe it’s just a weird reaction.
Sometimes my mugs remind me of experiences or destinations. Sometimes they remind me of people. This mug does both.
"It's the thought that counts," and other true adages.
Why do I keep writing about mugs? It's simple really: Because you have a story.
Here's to new places, fluffy pancakes, good coffee, and soul-lodging friends.
This mug tells the story of one of my first real jobs: The Underground Café at Clarks Summit University.