This morning, I’m drinking my coffee from a Mickey Mouse coffee mug. My daughter, some years back, got me this mug from Disney World when she and her boyfriend were vacationing in Florida. That boyfriend is now her husband.
My daughter and her husband got me a coffee mug in Paris when they were honeymooning there. It’s a nice looking mug with a colorful drawing of Paris painted on it.
Once when she traveled to Colorado on business, she got me a coffee mug from there. It’s hard to describe, but it’s brown in color and on it has a drawing of a buffalo, a moose and a bear in that order. I find myself using that mug quite often as the handle on it seems to fit the fingers on my right hand just right.
Recently on another business trip—this time to Chicago—she got me a mug from that great city. I haven’t used it yet—kind of saving it.
As I drink my coffee from this Mickey Mouse coffee mug this morning, I’m thinking of my daughter and appreciating her thinking of me when she’s out and about living her busy life.
Yep. A 60-year-old man drinking coffee from a Mickey Mouse coffee mug. Seems all right to me.
(Photo from WordPress)