augie wrote: Terrasi wrote:
Right now, coffee is in my cup. I have been awake since 4:30 a.m. with a sick dog. I've spent an hour cleaning bloody pee off the carpet and the vet doesn't open for one more hour.
As soon as I'm awake I'll start some tea!
My DH just informed me we had another 4.something earthquake. I slept through. I was awake for the last one and didn't feel anything. Didn't feel the one in '87 either. Hopefully, it will be along time before I get the chance again! Have a shake-free day all!
Oh, heavens, I do hope your day improves and that your dog gets well! Do keep us posted.
I hate cleaning. Period. It doesn't matter what it is: laundry, dishes, bedrooms, floors, counters ... whatever, I hate cleaning. This leeches into teaware; I hate cleaning it. Most mornings, I use my triniTEA. I hate cleaning it, even though it's quite simple, really. And then in the afternoon, I use this adorable little teapot picked up in a market in Seoul. I hate cleaning it, though, again, quite simple. It's the only thing about making tea that I don't like. But I hated cleaning the coffee pot, too. And even water glasses must be washed.
OK, maybe "hate" is too strong a term. Actually, I don't allow my kids to use that word. That and "stupid" are banned from our vocab. Let's say I strongly dislike the task.
This morning, I have returned to Irish Breakfast from my Earl Grey Bravo experiment and, surprisingly, my old friend is not as pleasant as I remember. Huh.