The weekend in review: I’ve always been under the impression that the Darth Vader mug at our favorite neighborhood breakfast spot, Eddys, was the luckiest of all coffee mugs available. Getting this mug on any given Sunday meant that you were sure to have a prosperous week ahead. Both Brent and Natasha have been lucky enough to score it alongside their scrambled eggs and bacon.

Yesterday, while gazing upon the humorous collection of coffee mugs on the wall, I spotted the only mug that trumps the Darth Vader mug. The infamous tan-line boobs coffee mug. No one we know has been fortunate to acquire the luckiest of all mugs (rumored to ensure it’s drinker lottery winnings, job promotions, and a new love interest) but we keep crossing our fingers that one day it will find its way to our table.