I broke my favorite mug on Saturday. I was getting ready to go somewhere, and I brought my chai into the bathroom with me while I got ready. Somehow my hairdryer cord got wrapped around the mug and I accidentally pulled it off the counter. It hit the tile floor and instantly broke into 4 pieces.
I cried. I cried a lot actually.
Silly, maybe, but I loved that mug. I looked forward to drinking my chai from it every single day. I swear it tasted better out of that mug than any other one in my house.
I'm still a little blue about it, and I know I'll be sad all over again in the morning.