Linda says write about tea and what else comes to mind but the Boston Tea Party which is kind of ironic since I’m about the farthest thing from a history buff you’ll find this side of the Mississippi. Seriously, Boston Tea Party, that’s all I’ve got.
Things I know about the Boston Tea Party:
- It happened in, you know, Boston.
- No taxation without representation.
- You’re not listening to our objections? Let’s get louder. And organized.
- Tea was a big freaking deal.
I’m not a huge fan of hot tea, except hot lemon tea with honey when my throat hurts. That’s some magic voodoo right there when I’ve lost my voice and want to sing. I used to could (I swear that phrase just jumped in my head and I can’t even right now…) drink my weight in sweet tea. It got stripped out of my diet once I changed eating habits last year but Bear took my sweet tea habit and tripled it so I’m not worried about the tea industry.
I just looked down and realized I’m sporting a t-shirt with a coffee mug in the middle of an EKG line. Too bad coffee doesn’t start with a t. Lucky that t-shirt does, huh?
You know what’s always sort of bothered me? The dress code on golf courses. Yeah, yeah, BrightSide says it’s all part of the game or the golf culture or whatever, but you’re telling me the world’s gonna come to an end if you tee off wearing a t-shirt instead of a collared one? Give me a break. I can’t help but wonder – was there a rash of raggedy people showing up in holey t-shirts wanting to play a round of golf? Or were the powers that be heading off some sort of golf revolution with a dress code? “I know what’ll keep out the riff raff, Roger – khakis and collared shirts!”
Linda’s stream of consciousness drives our Saturday fun. This week’s prompt is “T, tea, tee. Theme your post around “tea” or “tee,” or find a word that starts with “T” and talk about that. Bonus points if you manage to incorporate all three.”