SQUEE!

As SOON as it was offi­cial­ly Novem­ber 12, sam­bear was bounc­ing up and down to give me my present.

Unfor­tu­nate­ly for him, I was­n’t real­ly awake.

This morn­ing, though, he pre­sent­ed a sur­pris­ing­ly heavy, square box.

Now, those who’ve been around here much have seen me tot­ing around a huge glass drink­ing jar. That’s *my* glass, dangit. 

We had two, but one was bro­ken a few months ago. I was very unhap­py, real­iz­ing that the oth­er would get bro­ken at some point, and I would be SOL.

He found four more for me! And these have jar lids, even. The orig­i­nal trav­el mugs!

He real­ly sur­prised me. That kind of aston­ish­ing­ly thought­ful thing is vin­tage sam­bear 🙂