Trying to tell me something, perhaps?

One of our bunch just got back from a band trip to Disneyland yesterday, thus perpetuating for one more generation, the legend that begins, "Well, there was this one time at band camp..."

Anyway. I didn't ask her anything about the bus ride to and from because, frankly, I don't want to know - I'd be scared, then mad, I'm sure.

Upon her return, in what was apparently one piece, she hurriedly gave out the little gifts she had gotten for everyone else.

Mine was this:

It would seem I need to work on my attitude. Which I know.

What you CAN'T see is the fact that this mug holds about a half gallon of your chosen liquid.


for what it's worth said...

Send that sucker on up this way. I would happily carry it and show it to all who would read it.

And what pray tell will be the chosen beverage to christen said goblet??

Becky..AMHW said...

OMG, I have that same mug! My one must have from our last Disney trip!

It's on my kitchen counter. I keep a hair scrunchy in it so I can pull my hair back when I cook. Hairs in food is bad.

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OneHungMan said...

Just remember, step 1 is being aware of your problem.