I am extremely picky about what I eat and drink out of. There is nothing more offensive than being forced to eat a fine meal with plastic utensils and I cannot stand a bad water glass. You know exactly the type of cup I am talking about… one that doesn’t hold enough liquid and just doesn’t fit quite right in your hand. I have a favorite plate, a favorite spoon, a favorite cup, but I have long been in search of the perfect mug.
I love coffee. I drink at least four cups a day and up until this point I have been jumping from mug to mug in a never-ending search to find the perfect one.
Either the mouth is too wide, the handle is too tiny, the coffee gets too cold too fast…and the laundry list of the mug’s inadequacies could go around the block.
But I found her! Two days ago when I was getting my first cup I noticed her hiding in the back of the work cupboard. The perfect height, weight and color and boy does she hold the coffee well. I have no affiliation with the shipping company she was made by, but I am happy she found her way to my office.
The perfect mug (a sip and sigh of relief later) is one of the best things ever.
