My beloved M and I have almost-matching mugs. They’re in different colors but both have Marvin the Martian on them. We each got ours before we were married. (It was one of the few times that I bought something that wasn’t black; I bought it because I liked it, despite its orange color. The shape got to me, I think.)
Anyway, last week I (accidentally0 broke the handle of M’s mug as I was washing the dishes. I had a spatula in my right hand and I held the mug by the body/cup in my left hand. My intent was to move the mug to another place in the sink so I could then reach for the other spatula. I wash utensils by group, so sue me.
Anyway, the handle of the mug hit the faucet and broke.
The mug is now a throw away.
You can call me Capt. Klutz.
Good-bye Mr. Mug! You shall be missed.