Sweet, honeyed amber
Sun-kissed, intoxicating
Nectar of the gods
During a recent afternoon of errands, The Boy and I stopped for lunch. I usually drink plain iced tea, but this day was Hades Hot and the lure of a tall, cold glass of sweet tea was too great.
After lunch we hit the grocery store. Exiting the car, I grabbed my tea to bring with me.
“I don’t think you can take that in there,” Boy cautioned.
Before answering, I took a long, slow drag on the straw, all cool like from the corner of my mouth.
“They can have my tea when they pry it out of my cold, dead hand,” I vehemently countered.
“You’re a weirdo.”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
* Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.
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I ditto Kelly’s comment above:)) perfect.
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My son said he liked that I am weird. Up til then I didn’t realise I was weird, I am quite young to have an eleven year old and I presumed I was cool (to four and six year old I apparently still am) but I am not. I am weird. I think that’s cool.
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Oh yes! Weirdos are the best.
And I would totally take my tea into the grocery with me.
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I love it when kids think they know more than the parents do. And I agree… I wear “Weirdo” like a badge of honor as well. Who the heck wants to be normal. Great post!
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I love when kids think their parents are weird – Then they become parents and turn into weirdos.
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I have every confidence my kids will be wonderfully weird parents too. It’s a badge of honor for me.
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Lol, cold ice tea, yummmmmmmmm such a delight in this hot, hot summer.
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