Today I was watching a short clip of ducks on Twitter and it took me
back to the day Dad decided we needed some ducks. One day I came home and they
were just there, two of them. Roaming around in our backyard like they owned
the place. After less than a week, they escaped through a drain near our house.
Anyway, you know that one mug you tend to feel ultra-possessive about? Well mine
has a picture of Santa Claus on it and his left arm forms the handle. Tbh, it really
isn’t my mug to begin with. It was a Christmas present given to my younger
sister by one of her colleagues. One day I started making Chinese tea in
it and now I automatically use it for other beverages. It has become my loyal sidekick.
On another note, I hurt myself while walking past the kitchen
counter yesterday. One of these days I'm going to saw down that edge!
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