We have twenty-six mugs, not counting cups. Cups are a lesser breed, thin, vain, temperamental. No, I'm talking mugs. Mugs that make a solid clunk on a counter top, not a chink or a clink. Mugs don't quibble.
Mugs is mugs.
The problem is, we have too many. We have run out of cupboard room. The only time we have room for all of our mugs is when some are doing time in the dishwasher. Even then, we never come close to running out. Even a party cannot drain our supply of mugs.