SweaterSleeve
My mother cooked our Thanksgiving dinner on the kitchen counter that I sat on butt-naked, last night, as my tea brewed.
My mother cooked our Thanksgiving dinner on the kitchen counter that I sat on butt-naked, last night, as my tea brewed.
I turned the stove on to boil some water and four hours later I found the teapot melted to the burner.
I accidentally brewed my tea for two hours, yet it still tastes OK.
I knew it was going to be a bad day when I was up for work at 6am on a Saturday, and my biscuit flopped into my tea mid-dunk.
I finished my tea, dropped the bike into gear and headed for the western skyline.