Sunday, April 17, 2011

A Short But Sweet Confession...

When I make myself a cup of loose leaf black tea, and I take the strainer out and look into the mug and see the inky blackness of the tea...well. This immediately pops into my head. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Only, obviously, some adjustments must be mentally made.

"Aaaaaah, tea. Are you not the most delicious of beverages?"
"Truly, master."
"And are you not black and full of flavor?"
"Black as midnight, black as pitch. Blacker than the foulest witch."
"Um. Good. I think."

2 comments:

Princess, Tank and Isaac: The Newfs of Hazard said...

What? Something else I missed? So do you go on to 'Do you want to spoon, Tea?'

Amber said...

*snicker* I always saw you as more of a Lily than a Darkness, but obviously your desire for TEA overrules your innate goodness.