Originally Posted by Nightshade
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.
No matter what it is, it'll taste a lot better in that cup.
I have a butter knife I named Freddy when I was 6. My mother made my PB&J sandwiches with it. She cracked-up recently when she saw I still had it.