Tea taste good with tea!
Yet another reassurance I am losing it…
Almost everyday when I tie them to their bed, put my wee ones down for a nap, I have a cuppa tea. My favorites coming from Teavana, and being a bit of a tea snob, all must be loose leaf. Today I had a raging headache and put my water on and tea basket in tea cup and put some xanax tylenol out to take. Then I started to tackle the arduous task of balancing my account on microsoft money, good times here folks, good times. Water whistles, I pour into mug and scurry back to my party with Wachovia. I pop my pills noticing the tea is a bit weak. I debate whether to get up and risk burning a few calories and decide I must steep the tea a bit longer. I steep and steep. Taste. Hmm… a little bit stronger, not much. Steep a bit more, untie wake boys up, and hope to take at least a quick sip before rushing off to get A from school. Taste again. Still not better. Pull the stupid tea basket up. Well, Apparently you have to actually PUT TEA IN THE BASKET for it to taste like tea. It’s all downhill from here…
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6 Responses to “Tea taste good with tea!”
October 7th, 2006 at 8:20 am
Oh, man, too funny.
I’m sorry mum!! Hope you got a real cup of tea eventually…
October 8th, 2006 at 2:12 am
Hi, I’m Reba, one of ”alabamabrands” alabama friends. I followed the link from her blog and I am glad that I did. I have 6 children of my own and it sounds as if we have some things in common….
October 8th, 2006 at 5:06 pm
Ha! I’ve had those days. Hope you are doing well. And YOu MUST tell me if you and your hubby make it to Houston. IT would be so great to meet you in real-time. Take care. -rey
October 9th, 2006 at 8:13 am
Yeah! I was finally able to log in again!
Hope you got your tea, but you made me laugh.
October 9th, 2006 at 1:10 pm
Yes, that usually helps. Fridays and Mondays are excused from any goofs. So goof on……
Hope you’re good.
Lyns
October 11th, 2006 at 10:21 pm
I’ve recently forgotten my debit card PIN. The same debit card I’ve been using once a week for the last THREE years. COMPLETELY FORGOT. What am I, 80?? But I’m choosing not to be afraid. Instead, I see it as a divine sign that I need to quit extracting money via ATMs. What do they say about life handing you lemons? I forget.