In cleaning the garage today I came across a cup from my mothers stuff I remember as a kid. She had dubbed the cup "the molten sea" and even wrote a poem about it at one point (can't find the poem right now). it is pretty much a small bowl or a really big cup and I am glad I found it.

So now I wait for the dishwasher to get done with it so I can have a cup of coffee from it



Yes it is the little things sometimes that mean the most.