Slap Head Mug

There's a particular kind of sunny day.Cheerful sky. Gentle warmth. Birds doing whatever it is birds do when they're pleased about something.And then there's the other kind, where the sun rises with one specific target in mind, and that target is the smooth, undefended top of your head, gleaming away like a satellite dish.This is that sun.It knows exactly what it's doing.Slap head.Affectionate. Accurate. Said with love, generally by someone who isn't bald and therefore doesn't fully understand the stakes.Wear sun cream.Wear a hat.Drink your tea from this mug regardless, because some things you can't outrun.