The Mug Of All Mugs

If you’re a coffee addict like me, you know how important a good mug is.

One of my good friends got me the mug of all mugs for Christmas.

I loved it at first because it is huge and super cute.

But holy hell, I fell even more in love with it today when I forgot my coffee from this morning, only to remember it roughly six hours later.

I don’t know what the fuck possessed me to try six-hour-old coffee, but guess what?

IT WAS STILL FUCKING HOT!

Seriously, get this mug now. You can thank me later.

Update: I have dropped this mug when it was FULL twice now. IT DIDN’T SPILL A DROP EITHER TIME! This thing is a fucking beast!

White Christmas

I grew up in an area that gets snow for about six months a year, but it always seemed to skip Christmas.

Then I moved to an area that didn’t get any snow at all and lived there for eight miserable years.

White Christmas Pit Bull

This is my third winter here, in an area that only gets a few inches a year on average. We got a white Christmas this year! I can’t believe it! I’m so excited!

Something about the snow just makes me want to be outside. It’s so quiet and pretty.

Fortunately, my dog is always up for anything as long as we’re together so we were able to get out and play in the snow.

 

Family

My only ‘family’ (if you can call it that) is a narcissistic mother (egg donor) that I haven’t heard from in over a year since I told her I didn’t want to talk to her until she was ready to apologize. (More on that another day.)

Christmas is something the egg donor used to use as a reason to buy my love and have something to hold over my head.

Now, not even a text.

The soon-to-be ex-husband’s family celebrates Hanukkah. Unlike my egg donor, his mother actually loves him and enjoys spending the holidays with him. (Don’t get me wrong, she has a LOT of narcissistic tendencies, but I do believe she loves him.) She does happen to get him pretty sweet gifts, but it’s out of love, not to buy his love. (Yeah, major fucking difference that my egg donor has never been able to understand.)

When he came home with a bunch of gifts after celebrating with his family tonight, I instantly started crying. Which naturally led to anger (because anger is easier to deal with than sadness) as I dealt with my emotions while looking like a spoiled brat.

I’m sure he thought I was jealous of the gifts.

It’s not that I’m jealous of the gifts, (ok, the Google Home and Waterpik are fucking awesome) but it was a stark reminder of what I have never and will never have; a (human) family that actually loves me.