dang pink kitties

So, I'm going to the morning meeting with my styrofoam, free-from-the-the-hotel coffee cup and the nice person in the hall says, "oh, here, do you want a real cup?--I hate to drink out of styrofoam."  So I let her look through the cupboard and give me a mug..... a kitty mug, a syrupy-sticky sweet, pink but not-"Hello"-kitty mug.  I'm more than slightly self-conscious that everyone else in the board room has a professional or sensible or manly coffee receptacle.  I start to edge my coffee cup closer to my chest without spilling it all over my power suit.  I start to think she did it on purpose to put me in my substitute-chief-of-staff place.  Oh, why didn't I pack that magenta MAINE cup that Judd gave me for Christmas??!!!