I just dropped and broke the handle off my very favorite coffee mug. It fits in my hand perfectly and holds just the right amount of coffee. It was a gift from my sister, Dorothy. She gave one to my sister, Janet, too. So it is more than a mug. It is a connection! Boo hoo! Don't you hate breaking your favorite mug?
Guess, this means I will have to come out to Virginia to get myself another one!
