Why do I keep writing weird stories about my mugs? Because I love stories. And so do you—here's why.
Why did I run two half-marathons? I'm not entirely sure. But now I know at least two things: I can run a half marathon, and I can do it twice. (Just not in the same day.)
"I love Spring in Michigan," said no one ever. But I'll always say "I love living in Michigan."
I do words, not numbers. My mom does both, but I only got half her DNA. Thankfully, she loves me anyways.
Know your commas. Save your grandmas. But there's more to this mug than correct comma usage.
Sometimes my mugs remind me of experiences or destinations. Sometimes they remind me of people. This mug does both.
Starbucks is less of a destination to me than it is a mobile office. One where there's always lots of stories. (And coffee.)
"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.