Wrestling, smokies, wounded horse, relatives, Christmas dinner, pottery, hot oil, injection kit, leather coat, Marian, little girls from York House junior school, metal wings, volleyball, Marc, vertical leaps, claustrophobic shower, giant table, and dead grandfather. Dreams in convalescence are the very best. Or worst. That I ever have.
I have no patience for loose leaf tea.
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I just purchased this fancy "bombay chai" tea...large leafed tea with whole cloves and cinnamon bits. It is contained in a pretty sheer cloth bag. Very fancy. Will it steep? Nothefuckway. I am left with watery cream and stevia. >:(
But <:) (he's wearing a hat) to you for posting. I have been so lonely all weekend.
Poor little!
I was given a huge tin of loose leaf black tea for christmas, to sit next to the huge jar of loose leaf black tea I was already working on. When I want tea, especially black, milk and sugar, old school tea, like the mother country does it, I want it in a bag! Damn you generous givers of fancy tea! DAMN YOU! >...<
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