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 have an 8 and a 4 y/o. The 8 has already said this to me. Basically, I lay all my eggs in the 4 y/o’s hands.
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There’s nothing like a comment from a teenaged boy…
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I’d drink it every day if it weren’t gut growing.
You are a weirdo, it’s why we’re friends.
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Nothing better than sweet ice tea on a hot day!
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Weird? No way! Well, maybe in a really good way. I can relate. My kids think I’m weird too.
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What a wonderful weirdo you are Tara…..and funny. I guess I’m considered a weirdo by my kids too….I think I’m good with that. ~Joy
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And did they take it from you or were you not wierd after all?
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Wonderful! Love it, especially the last few lines. Brilliant post.
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Hahahahahahhahaha! You are a weirdo but I love ya 😉 I really miss sweet tea. Too much sugar 😦
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Love this!
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