RIP

*sniff*…

I…I’m a little…

*sniff*…

Oh, it’s just too terrible…

My beloved tree mug has gone to meet its maker. It has shuffled off its mortal coil. It has ceased to exist. It is an ex-mug.

*sniff*

It’s not pining for the fjords. It’s not living on a farm chasing squirrels. It’s in pieces in the bin.

I’m so sad. *sniff*