This is my crab cup:
It's by Angie:
I found it on the free table at work a number of years ago and made it my work coffee cup. How can you not like those oversized eyes on thin eye stalks? It gives me so much darned joy.
In March 2020, when we were told to find some work we could do at home and go do it there, I brought my crab cup home, sensing that my cup and I could otherwise be separated for a long time. It's lived here ever since. At home it functions as my beer receptacle during my Alzheimer's caregiver support groups which fall on the first and last Wednesdays of the month. It's impolite to drink out of a beer bottle during a support group, but if I'm going to talk about my mom and my wacky family in my free time, you bet I'm going to drink a beer while doing it. The crab cup is now code. I can tell mrguy that I'm using the crab cup tonight and he'll go "Right, it's Wednesday".
I love you, crab cup.
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