In the spirit of Mocha Momma’s brilliant “Cuppa the Day“.
My Twining’s English Breakfast tea is steeped with the treacherous cold waters of the Cape. It is delicious and a deep red. Strong gusts of wind drive sheets of rain across the deck. The gabble of the sailors fades in and out. A deckhand named “Wesley” brought me my tea. He has the face of a hogget.
With any luck, we’ll catch the Americans today and take their ship.
LOL. For reals.
Two new favorite words: gabble, hogget.
Oh, now see? This is why I love me some TedFoo. THIS.
I’m going to have some tea now. Not cuz it’s cold, either. Cuz of Y.O.U.