Mugs

We have a box in our garage that is completely stationary for 364 days a year. It sits and collects dust and is never moved or opened. The day before Easter each year, I pull it down from the shelf, reach inside, and grab as many coffee mugs as my hands can carry. I call them coffee mugs because that's what they originally were made to be. If you judge an object by it's use, then they aren't coffee mugs any more, they're dye mugs. 364 days of hibernation for one vinegar fueled bright and cheery dye session. If mugs could be happy, these would be happy.
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