|Goooooooood Morning my baby squirrels!|
Then the unthinkable.
I dropped my coffee mug. With the last of the creamer in it. I swear I didn't even feel it leave my fingers! I did the dramatic "Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!" and tried desperately to catch it.
So, I went to the store to get more creamer (snow storm? Right...because *that* matters!), and I took a quick swing by my local thrift store. I went in to pick up a sweatshirt that *wasn't* my husbands, because I desperately needed one! I paid with change from my owl piggy bank, and while I'm talking to the cashier (we may or may not be on a first name basis.)
|You can call me MJ for short ;)|
I noticed that she had this mug.
|WHOOOO loves their owl coffee mug? MJ does!!|
She collects owl stuff as much as I do, and got this as a Christmas gift! (yes...I know...don't judge!)
I totally talked up some owl stuffs that I had that were stored away because I literally have no more room (Although I do switch stuff out, so I get to look at new stuff all the time!), and then walked out the door with this teaser:
"I'll trade you owl stuffs for the mug! I'll be back tomorrow after you have some time to think about it!"
I dashed home, found the stuff, ran back, and presented her with said stuffs. She was very excited, but was reluctant to trade due to the mug being dirty..
I laughed and laughed and laughed...
And walked away with the mug.
Yup. Totally scored. The guilt I feel about taking a cashiers owl mug? Drowning it in coffee.