I’m not even sure I could explain it. Even if I wanted to.

I mean…it’s a coffee mug.

It started off as something fun to post on Instagram.

And then turned into an reoccurring theme. Like Flat Stanley who takes trips all of the world? Mike stays home, but…he’s just around, you know?

I’m too old to be amused by this. And yet…it’s become something that makes me laugh. Makes other people laugh. It’s become a thing, dammit.
Pretty sure I have a problem.
Pretty sure I probably don’t care.
I think.
Love you and this!