Not my Mug

harley-mug

Sometimes I steal my husband’s favourite mug.

I drink my coffee out of his Harley-Davidson cup just because I like it. It’s the perfect size for my morning coffee, and has a nice, smooth handle.

It makes me think of him, too, when he’s not here. It also reminds me of rides on his bike in the summer. (And anything that reminds me of summer is a good thing.)

And now I’ll go heat my coffee in my husband’s mug since it’s gone cold while I’ve been writing…

Advertisements

One thought on “Not my Mug

Comments welcome!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s