Jay came in the other day and asked, “is there anything I can shoot on Saturday?”  This was in preparation for a day out with his brother and friends where they’re allowed to shoot something other than paper targets.  We’re Texans.  Sometimes inanimate objects find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The first thing that sprang to mind was the couch, but since we don’t have a truck or an easy way to replace the couch, I tossed that idea aside.  Yes future company, you’ll have to continue to enjoy the living room furniture a little while longer.  The cats are really proud of their master work and will expect lots of pats for their enthusiastic textile artistic expression.

I gave the matter further thought.  What else in the house do I hate more than the couch?  Then it hit me, HOLIDAY MUGS.  This year, between Jay and I, we have accumulated six – about average for a holiday season.  Normally, I toss them in garage sales or decide it’s time for Goodwill to receive a fresh batch, but not this year.  This year they’re all getting it.  The only thing I regret is that the cheery angel mug sitting on my desk at work is escaping the pottery-cide.

It’s not that I’m ungrateful for the gift.  The little candies were delightful.  It’s just that it seems to me there’s got to be a more clever way to deliver a handful of chocolate Hershey’s Kisses – like say, a ziploc bag.  I could use a ziploc bag.  It doesn’t take up that much space.  I can recycle it.  It doesn’t clash with my Denby.  Or how about just a simple Christmas card or a greeting on a Post-it note? Neither of those would turn into ceramic carnage on a fine winter’s day or find themselves in peril of never achieving their mosaic potential.

Hopefully Jay will videotape their cheerful cuppy demise.

PS/Hint – You can never go wrong with mugs from Clarksville Pottery – I guarantee no harm will ever come to a piece from their store.