I broke a mug this morning, and kind of a special one, a Christmas gift. So I decided to find deeper meaning in the mishap.

Seeing as how the phrase is still in tact, I’d say the universe is telling me I am indeed the world’s best mom (in this house), but I don’t need a mug to prove it.

Ah, isn’t that the way it is? I start getting showy offy and something breaks.

It was a nice title while it lasted.