God Likes Me

 So, I have a tall mug with the Eiffel Tower and some French writing on it. It’s presently my favorite mug. And Austin broke it.

I forced myself not to get upset, because it’s just a mug and we really don’t need a bunch of mugs cluttering up our cupboards. But it was my favorite.

Today, Austin’s favorite glass tumbled out of the dish drying rack, but it was inside a plastic take out container, so it didn’t break.

Me: God was with me today. This glass is a lot more delicate than the mug you broke yesterday, but it was saved by the oddity of the way it fell inside of the plastic take out container, then to the floor.

Austin: Yeah, like God cares about mugs and glasses.

Me: God likes me better you.