Sweet, honeyed amber
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.