Let me explain.
The other night it was really cold and dark outside (snow in March, what?! So much snow!), while Hubs and I were warm inside and the kitchen light seemed particularly bright. Talking, talking, it was a cozy sort of back-and-forth. I had my chilled hand (always the right one) wrapped around my heated cuppa and was leaning forward in earnest, gesticulating (I like to pound the table, you?) to emphasize my point.
He leaned back in the mismatched orange vinyl chair (everyone's favorite kitchen seat) and nodded, shrugged, then said, “Here’s the thing, Deb. You just want everything to be a tea party.”
Which caught me off guard, because—huh—it’s true.
In fact, it’s so true that if I had a satchel (brown leather, please) where I could store a thermos of hot water (one of those green ones with the silver screw-top, can you see it?), bundle up some of my assorted tea cups (the ones with the handles broken off are my favorite, I just can't bring myself to throw them away), maybe put in a long cloth and a small table with folding chairs (wooden, probably, since they'd be lighter and therefore easier to stash in my magic satchel), I would no doubt carry it around with me while running errands (produce section would be lovely, don't you think?) and ask people to relax and join me for tea (because who doesn't get just the littlest bit overstressed while grocery shopping?).
Or, you know, whatever their preferred beverage.
In heaven, I just want to chill. To chat. To sip at warm things. What about you?
You should go grab some tea and I’ll bring some table topics, let’s have a small share of heaven right now. Here are a few things on my mind of late, what do you think about any or all of them?
Or even better, what's been nabbing at you?