So everyone, I have a problem.
I’m an addict.
Before I would just drink tea when it was cold, snuggling under blankets and curling up with a good book.
Then I started drinking in the mornings when I woke up.
And then I started drinking late afternoon, nightish.
And then one 8-oz cup wasn’t enough. I was drinking multiple cups, and then I was collecting the largest cups I could: pints, beer mugs, nothing was large enough for me.
And I was drinking tea at all hours of the day.
And if I don’t get my tea, the day just doesn’t feel right.
But hey, there are worse things out there that I could be addicted to. After all:
So I’ve decided to just live with my teaddiction and enjoy it.
Anyone else care for a cuppa?
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