You might remember me telling you about my recent terrible horrible no-good very-bad day.
And it all started with a broken mug, which the chai latte warned me about but I didn’t take heed. (Yes, chai lattes talk to me. Don’t they speak to you?)
Question: What is better than something that warns of imminent doom?
Answer: Someone who restores the broken, replaces the ruins, brings hope anew. Okay, fine, answer is my boyfriend.
Who scoured the Google-verse to find a mug in Scotland that would sell in $$ and ship to America.
And that’s how I have my scunnered mug back and I’m not in the least bit scunnered about it 😉
I’m so glad to have known this man for 2 years now….