Something about me you may not know: I love coffee and tea. Like, LOVE them. I usually start my day off with a cup of Tazo Zen tea, followed by a cup of coffee a little later, followed by many cups of peppermint tea throughout the day. Can't. Get. Enough.
I usually drink my coffee black. True story, I actually had my first cup of (black) coffee in the sixth grade. And loved it. I've been hooked ever since. I know, this may explain a lot now. :) Depending on my mood/what I'm craving, I'll sometimes throw creamer in there. Or, if I'm indulging, I'll buy a latte. Pumpkin Spice? Caramel? Cinnamon Dolce? Yes, please. Funny thing though: My body can no longer handle much caffeine (I get all jittery and anxious and c-r-a-z-y), so 99% of the time I drink DECAF. I know what you're probably thinking: What's the point? A true travesty. Nope, I love coffee that much.
Anyways. On to the real meat and potatoes of this post.
Something else about me you probably don't know: I have an obsession with coffee mugs. It's hard to really describe and put a finger on what constitutes the perfect mug. But I know it when I see it. And when I'm drinking my coffee or tea from the perfect mug, it just tastes SO MUCH BETTER.
The husband thinks this is all absolutely ridiculous. In fact, It's an ongoing battle in our house. You know, Chad getting annoyed by how many coffee mugs are taking up our precious (limited) kitchen cupboard space. So he tries to cull some of them out, to which I passionately respond: "Noooo. You can't. You just can't. You're ruining the mug family!"
After bringing one-too-many perfect coffee mugs home from the store I've been cut off. Yes, I had to promise my husband I wouldn't buy any more coffee mugs.
But do you know how much he loves me? The other day--without prompting or begging from me--he bought me this mug from Anthropologie. Well, ok. It wasn't just the other day. It was at Christmas. And I may have not-so-subtedly hinted that I reeeeeeally wanted this specific mug. But still.
Just look at that mug. It's so perfect it's literally glowing.
This matches the "J" mug I already had. Yes, husband made the trip to Anthrologie all on his own accord to gift me with this.
Now if that doesn't scream true love, I don't know what does.
And wouldn't you know, we made room in the cupboard for our ever expanding mug family.
Am I alone in this coffee mug obsession (Probably)? Do you know what I'm talking about with the perfect mug?
I know, this is deep stuff.