First of all, I blame my new best friend Lucy. Lucy does wonderful things with crochet and flowers and crafts and all that. But what Lucy also does is drink tea. Lovely, warm, brown English tea. And since Lucy does it, so should I. So, for most of this winter, I have been enjoying a nice tea break every afternoon before the kids get home. And I've been drinking the last of the best. tea. ever. It came from our last trip to England in 2010, and I have HOARDED it to make it stretch. My recent bout of afternoon tea, however, has depleted my stores completely. I tried and tried to find a suitable replacement, but no. Even the fancy blenders at Austin's Tea Embassy (awesome, awesome tea shop - you should go there) couldn't match it. Devastation had set in.
And then! After the kids' dentist appointment! At my brother's house! On the calendar! "J. to London." Could it be? Is it possible? YES! So, I immediately texted him demanding that he go to Harrod's (the biggest department store in England) two weeks before Christmas and find me that tea. I'm not even sure I said "please."
So, he did. Why? I'll never know. I was absolutely frightful to him for most of my (and his) adolescence. According to my little nephew, I still "boss [his] daddy around an awful lot." I am really, really sorry that I was so awful. I'm even more sorry because that sweet boy went to Harrod's for me on the busiest shopping day ever and got my tea for me. And there was a buy two tins of tea, get a free mug deal (who knew?), so I got this precious, pretty mug. AND not just because of that.
TSA: What's this? What are these?
J: It's tea.
TSA: Is that so? (looking inside)
TSA: (pause) Oh. And what's THIS?
You see, the best part of this story is that the only other thing J brought back from England with him was a really, really stinky wedge of cheese that his friends always send back for my sister-in-law. The TSAs had no idea what to do with that situation.
So, they did the only natural thing. They swabbed the cheese for explosives.
I shit you not.
Happy Birthday, Bub.