At one point in my long, checkered past I went on a pottery binge. For a several years, I threw pots. Lots of pots. My house is full of bowls and jars and cups that I made myself. My favorite glaze was maybe yellow. The other day I stumbled on some tall mugs at the indoor flea market. I don’t need more mugs, but I cannot resist maybe yellow. I bought ’em and now I’m chuggin’ down coffee from the big girl mug.
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