I found these two beautiful mugs in my town for less than $2. Shipped in from Iran through a company called Family Ship, they were too good to pass up. I laughed out loud when I saw them while searching for gifts for the new PCV’s who just moved to the region. I wanted to buy one for each newbie, but as there were only two, I bought one for my PC bestie and, naturally, kept one for myself.
Because who’s day doesn’t get a little brighter when they see tiny cartoon giraffe, shuddering and crying out weakly, “My god!”, likely because there’s a gun barrel passing through its head. … Gives perspective.
I gave that one to the friend, and I kept the mouse who seems like he was all dressed to go swimming when it started raining and someone threatened him with a neon six-shooter. Poor guy is sewn to the cup. Surely my day is going better than that.
The fact that the mugs exist is proof that on the days you feel like shooting someone, what you really need is to be able to wrap your finger around a trigger and drink some coffee.