"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Cue Fanfare.

Oh noooooo.

I think I'm about to start posting again. I think it's going to be different this time. In the meantime, I made this tea tonight and oh no.

It is good.

1 Tablespoon Grace Rare Teas Egyptian Chamomile
12 Ounces Hot Water
4 cubes of Granny Smith Apple
4 cubes of red asian pear
2 Teaspoons honey

Brew tea in your usual manner. Drop in some cubes of fruit leftover from fondue dipping, the magic kind that is amazingly firm and not too juicy but without any type of bitterness. I just happened to have some on hand. Add two teaspoons honey your father-in-law made last year that you're trying to use so you can break into the new jar you took home at christmas. Drink hot or with bourbon. Or hot with bourbon. I can't vouch for the latter personally, but if I know bourbon, it will put the kids to bed.

I need a new blog name. I no longer feel a throwaway plot from an obscure and unapologetically terrible but compulsively addictive soap opera, that has since been cancelled, defines me appropriately. Close, mind you.

Suggestions welcome.