Mr. Happy was an impulse buy at a gift shop in Oxford while I was waiting to catch the bus, bought as a joke for someone who was having a particularly bad day. And while they appreciated the sentiment, the mug ended up in the back of the cupboard, stacked behind the fancier more stylish mugs. But recently, I’ve adopted Mr. Happy and made him my own. I thought what better way to start my day each morning than with my favorite beverage served up hot with a bright yellow smile. And sometimes all you need in the morning is just a simple reminder to put a smile on your face.
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