QOFE and Big Ass
UKW texted me from next door this morning asking if there was coffee. I texted back, “I’ll make some.” A hurried call to Coffee Boy aka the GG ensued. “How much coffee do I put into the coffee maker?” It’s one of those small Mr. Coffee thingies and it takes more or less three scoops.
Okay, I was kinda wondering what mug would be appropriate to serve UKW’s coffee in. We have about a bazillion mugs here because my dad collected mugs. Big Ass (on the right) is “my” mug. My dad named it that and he purchased it at the Columbia Ice Field. The GG usually uses the f*cking rabbits mug, which is not shown but is described in “The Bean Trees” by Barbara Kingsolver. After I read that book (a looooong time ago), I found that mug on line somewhere. Or maybe I didn’t even find it online. Like I said, it was a loooong time ago.
So, what mug do I give UKW? Oh! There’s my Queen of F*cking Everything (QOFE) Mug. That was just the ticket for a badass woman like UKW. BTW, in my book, badass women do more good than bad in this world. We are coming for Trump and his clown car (or is it just a gang of thugs). The QOFE mug is really mine but somehow I like to use Big Ass. Maybe they both mean the same thing?
As we were drinking our coffee, folks started drifting over from the Old Cabin and we ended up hanging out on the moomindeck all morning. It was loverly.
Noonish, a bunch of people went up to the Iroquois lighthouse to watch the start of the Trans Superior sailboat race. I did not participate in that trip. Been there done that and didn’t feel like being around a bunch of tourists. Then beach time and dinner at the Old Cabin including pizza from Superior Pizza in Brimley and salad from the moomincabin with ingredients from Adaawegamigowaa and mouse’s garden, which also means mouse drove up here today.
G’night. Zzzzzzzzzz…
August 2nd, 2025 at 11:23 pm
We all have our favorite mugs! John always uses one of my grandson’s photo mugs and I have a tall silver Yeti.