We'll all have tea. Seriously. She decided she needed a nice warm cup of Northwest Breakfast. So she warmed the water, got a tea bag, and couldn't find the little cream pitcher she usually uses. ( The handle broke off and it was sharp so I had to get rid of it) So she picked the next obvious receptacle for steeping.
I checked and it really was tea. Although, with her, I wouldn't have been surprised to find a nice muddled mojito.
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So next time I'm having a hard day can I come over for some her "tea?"
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