Demise of The 'Dillo

This is a memorial service for The Best Little 'Dillo In Texas. This little cup was my mother's and well I remember her drinking coffee from it when I was a little girl. She told me (since I was too young to remember the event) she picked it up somewhere in Texas because it was funny and cute. For many a year The 'Dillo served in my mother's kitchen until one day it was packed up with other dishes to make room for newer, matching dishes. I, the eldest child and therefore probable recipient of these chipped but nostalgic dishes, helped with the packing and babysat the boxes through several subsequent moves. At last, I moved out of my parents house and took the dishes I had watched over so carefully. In my teensy tiny apartment I unpacked The 'Dillo and all the other old dishes with all the pride and care of unwrapping fine china. In the years that followed, The 'Dillo was my faithful companion on sleepy, one-eyed, early early mornings and tired, paper-writing, late late nights. It has served me as well as I could ask from any coffee cup, and even occasionally sparked a humorous conversation with its cute painted quip and rotund lady armadillo. But today when I pulled The 'Dillo out of the cabinet and microwaved my cold coffee, I nearly threw the cup and its contents all over the floor when my fingers touched the scorching hot handle. I'm not sure how a cup of coffee could get so hot after a minute and a half in the microwave, but I am sad to report that after some testing with other dishes, the fault is in The 'Dillo, not the microwave. So today I am drinking the last toasty beverage that will be drank out of The 'Dillo. Let us have a moment of silence for the faithful coffee cup.