It’s not Hell, daddy. It’s the Mall.

Nothing compensates for taking three 14-year-old girls to the Florida Mall like finding Heaven. For I have been to the mountain and seen Teavana.

And, yea, it was good.

I just steeped some extra fine Earl Grey. Ahhhhhhh.

Helpful tea-brewing tip: When you set the timer on the stove, make sure it’s really for 2 minutes, not 2 hours. I’m just sayin’…

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7 Responses to It’s not Hell, daddy. It’s the Mall.

  1. Mordant Carnival says:

    Ahhh, fragrant Earl Grey. I love it. Also partial to Lapsang Souchong, but my heart really belongs to English Breakfast.

  2. Buzz says:

    Earl Grey. Hot. Everyday at 02:00 PM. You can set your clock by it!

  3. spacebran says:

    i’m an Earl Grey bran, myself.

  4. Busy Mom says:

    Who is this Earl Grey guy and why is he getting so much action from you people?

  5. Ric The Schmuck says:

    Is that anything like coffee, gray?

  6. pippa says:

    Earl Grey tastes like dirty socks. 🙂

  7. spacebran says:

    i’ll get you for that, Pippa. my genius brain is hurriedly working on the tea-related comeback of the century, as we type.

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