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Monday, February 13, 2017

New mug! And another excuse for my mother to fret about glass.



Check out my new, beautiful, handblown birthday mug from sweet Dada. He created it for me while out with the work folks he had to wine and dine during their week of training in town. One of the nights, my birthday actually, was a trip to a glass blowing boutique where he crafted my gift.

I used it with delight.

The I refilled it and heard an odd *SNAP*. Hmm. I looked at it carefully, and didn't see anything obviously wrong. Maybe I'd set it down on something crumby that crumbled. I lifted it up and heard an odd *CLINK* followed by a *SPLOOSH* which was accompanied with an *ACK!*

RIP mug. Again. 

Back to the drawing board...




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