I once had a great collection of cheesy souvenir coffee mugs that came from every place I vacationed. The more it screamed, “I am cheap, but I have the name of this place in big, bright letters,” the higher its chances of making my collection.
Then I got married.
Mrs. Sweetie ever-so-sweetly began suggesting that my collection was not consistent with the kind of home décor atmosphere we were trying to create. I didn’t know we were trying to create one, but I was smart enough to know what kind of happy wife atmosphere I wanted to live in, so my collection went to my office.
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