Welcome to my Friday. I'm not really sure where it's going, but my guess that we're headed soon to an approaching Saturday. If you follow me on Facebook (and you should) you'll know that I'm on the verge of breaking up with Mr. Coffee. I'm waiting for him to finish his job right now and supply me with a few cups of coffee which will invariably become cold in the lag time between adding soy milk and equal and then a few sprinkles of hawaij, a Yemenite spice mix. The main problem with Mr. Coffee is that he's become cold. I mean, how much does one have to do to warm up coffee? I feel like I give so much of myself to him. Some people attribute their creativity to a muse. Mine is to my coffee.
So now he's finally done. My coffee is in my cup. My cup is on the table. My hand would be on the handle if I wasn't presently typing. Can someone explain why my pricey dishes chip all the time, but my dollar store coffee mugs can be pitched at concrete and they'd probably not even suffer a scratch? I'm currently considering replacing all of my dishware with these gems from the dollar store. Yeah, sure they're ugly. But what's ugliness when it will last forever? I mean, who wouldn't want a forever filled with ugly, sturdy things? We can call these things "eclectic." They're not ugly. They're eclectic.