M ~ Mugs

    I've lost count of how many mugs have come and gone over the years.
    We've received quite an assortment as gifts. We'll give them a try, but most often they get pushed toward the back of the shelf where we keep our mugs. When we go on a cleaning and decluttering spree it always seems as if the mugs multiplied. Somehow we always have mugs to donate, and still we have more than plenty left over.
    We each have a favorite mug or two. I have two favorites. One for hot beverages such as tea or hot chocolate, and one for cold drinks such as grape juice with my popcorn or milk with a freshly baked cookie.
    It may be only my imagination, but I think different mugs make things taste different. Has anyone else experienced that?
    As a young girl I had a favorite mug. It was a little smaller than a regular sized one, and had a blue striped pattern. I loved it.
    I still don't know what possessed me to do it, but one day I got the brilliant idea to take that mug and drop it down behind the kitchen counter. Our counter had been custom made for a different kitchen and had a space in the corner that had been specially made to accommodate some pipes or duct work in the original kitchen.
     Every once in a while something would drop down there and then we would go through a struggle to retrieve it with the aid of the stove poker and a lot of patience.
     I knew the mug would be an easy retrieval. All we would have to do is hook the curved end of the poker through the handle and I'd have my mug back. I didn't want that to happen though, so I took a yard stick and carefully pushed my mug out of sight underneath the counter.
     I thought it would be so much fun to get it back once we removed the counter to have Mom's new cabinetry installed. It would probably be a few years, but what fun once I could have my favorite mug again.
     Years passed, and I would think of that mug every once in a while. I was a little irritated at my past self to have done such a silly thing.
    Finally six weeks before LV and I got married, Mom got her dream kitchen cabinets. As they removed the old ones I looked for my mug. It was no where to be found! I'm still mystified by how it disappeared so completely.