From my previous post Jonna reminded me that we actually have Starbucks stores here in Merida. I knew that but just forgot having never gone to one here in Merida.
Well after the tragic loss of my super swell Starbucks mug I decided a trip to a local Starbucks was in order. Now we do have several coffee mugs here, but they just aren't right for an everyday mug.
So the Starbucks just outside Gran Plaza has a whole case with lots of different mugs, none of them could even come close to what I was after. So after much touching, lifting, holding, caressing I've decided to not get another mug but to just use what we have here. They are small maybe only 10-12 ounces, but they'll do.
It's just not special! It's not mine!
* note to Calypso - it isn't important to keep it hot, just to keep it close! I drink my coffee hot, warm, cool, and cold!
Showing posts with label Starbucks coffee mug. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Starbucks coffee mug. Show all posts
No Coffee, No Workee
It's official, I think I'm addicted!
I tried to accomplish any number of things but could only concentrate on easy, minimal resource required tasks! Even some of those were more than I could do - so I had a nice long nap!
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I was in bliss, my big ass honkin Starbucks mug, filled to the brim travelled with me all around the house doing this, doing that, out to the garden, doing this, doing that.
That first cup of coffee lasted me up till lunch time! About 1pm I decided it was time to fix something - today is the day the housekeeper comes and I try to make something a little special, and different than the stuff she's used to. She's very adventurous about food, only a few times have I made something she preferred not to finish, and one of those times I wouldn't eat it either; blech, it was a new recipe using the leaves of a plant growing outside the back door....hojas de santos, or something like that. Pretty to look at, lovely to smell when rustled, but DO NOT eat it!
Lamentably this morning a tragedy of unspeakable proportions occurred. My favorite coffee mug broke itself in the sink. Now trust it's not that the mug is/was from Starbucks that made it special, nor was it that it was a gift from our real estate agent when we sold our house in Colorado. It's specialness came from the fact that it held nearly 2 1/2 cups (18oz) of coffee. I could fill this baby up and still be working on it two hours later.
Oh I'm gonna miss that cup, and No, before you ask - it is not repairable. It was in the sink and the big chef knife I was using slid off the counter and the hilt hit right into the bottom of the cup and took the bottom out in 3 large pieces. Maybe I'll make it into a planter?????
This is, hiccup, was my mug, only with brown trim instead of red!
Yesterday we were out of coffee.
Big deal!
It was!
I thought about coffee all day but couldn't seem to pull it together enough to either run to the Super for coffee grounds, or to go the 2 blocks to the quickie Super for a cup of their coffee.
I tried to accomplish any number of things but could only concentrate on easy, minimal resource required tasks! Even some of those were more than I could do - so I had a nice long nap!
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Last evening on the way to a friends it was imperative to stop for a bag of coffee; I bought TWO!
Today, Joy of Joys! Coffee, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I was in bliss, my big ass honkin Starbucks mug, filled to the brim travelled with me all around the house doing this, doing that, out to the garden, doing this, doing that.
That first cup of coffee lasted me up till lunch time! About 1pm I decided it was time to fix something - today is the day the housekeeper comes and I try to make something a little special, and different than the stuff she's used to. She's very adventurous about food, only a few times have I made something she preferred not to finish, and one of those times I wouldn't eat it either; blech, it was a new recipe using the leaves of a plant growing outside the back door....hojas de santos, or something like that. Pretty to look at, lovely to smell when rustled, but DO NOT eat it!
Horror!
Oh I'm gonna miss that cup, and No, before you ask - it is not repairable. It was in the sink and the big chef knife I was using slid off the counter and the hilt hit right into the bottom of the cup and took the bottom out in 3 large pieces. Maybe I'll make it into a planter?????
This is, hiccup, was my mug, only with brown trim instead of red!
I'm searching the internet for a suitable replacement, this one might work!
Oh the tragedy, the horror - tomorrow a 'guest' mug!
a little tiny guest mug WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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