More Than A 'Hareline' Crack

My mug was broken today at work, by accident. I feel unreasonably sad about this. It was a special mug with my name on the handle and hares for decoration.

My five year old self is shattered. My reasonable self says, hey, it's only a mug, it's a thing, never mind. Sometimes, I don't understand myself.

Mr H is consoling me and I may have to eat the chocolate Christmas reindeer a wee bit early.

:0)