Tears in My Tea

It's been a while, but I did it again. Last October (like 14 months ago), I broke the handle off of my North Carolina mug and it was devastating.

Today, while washing the dishes, my hands were in their usual numb state (hand washing dishes with no hot water, and the temperature outside is somewhere around 25 degrees, so the water comes out just around freezing) as I made my way through the pile. 

I was rushing to finish one more mug before returning to class when I grabbed the O'Hare-Skelton Nuptials mug. And then it happened. I lost my grip.

I'm sad to see this little reminder of home go the way of the landfill. I'll try to be more careful next time.