Growing up I was a kid of divorce, so every weekend I would go off to my dad and step mothers house. One day we were drinking tea in the “Red Tea Room” (yes it was that type of house where rooms had names and spices were alphabetically organized). My dad was playing along very nicely but just couldn’t keep his humor to himself. He was a laughable jolly fellow that lived to get a rise out of people. As I was taking a big sip of my very prestigious and kind of icky tea my dad said something very funny and I couldn’t contain my laughter. Seriously, I just couldn’t stop laughing and I sprayed tea all over the RED VELVET couch, mini sandwiches and porcelain flower arrangement so perfectly set in the center of the table. That was it I was in big trouble now, but to my surprise my step mother and dad started to hysterically laugh. For the next 20 minutes there was roaring laughter among the soggy sandwiches. That was a great memory!
Drink up and enjoy the power of TEA <—--It’s a tweetable!