I've been drinking tea with growing seriousness for over 20 years. (Of course, readers of this blog may argue whether
seriousness is a term that can be used to describe me at all, but we'll have to argue about that later.) In all that time, I've never,
ever, converted someone to becoming a tea drinker. It's been strictly inside-baseball, preaching to the choir, kicking at open doors, biting the wax tadpole.
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{ "I love flower tea!"
Kate gushes embarrassingly } |
But my record is now officially 1 in 7 billion.
My sister-- my annoying, bratty, smart-aleck sister-- has blogged about how
she loves flower tea. "Loves," she captions, and she even uses an exclamation point under the photo she helpfully supplied. Not unlike certain feminine fans of Justin Bieber, who love him to, like,
eleventy!!11!!!!
Throughout the years, Kate has mocked my tea obsession in earnest. But she "loves" flower tea? Bwa-ha-ha! Please
go over to her blog and cause her to repent her Snidely Whiplash routine whenever I talk tea, and because she has publicly outed herself as a tea drinker-- nay,
luuuuuver.
