Good Friday Morning Y’all. It is 38 degrees this morning and windy! Windy as in I could be in Nevada if I just stood out there. Which I won’t because it is cold.
I received the Harney & Sons Pumpkin Spice Tea along with the Hot Cinnamon Spice so thought I would give it a go this morning. On opening the tin no one aroma was really strong. It smelled like Rooibos tea with a cinnamon aroma. Close up sniff test was the same.
I checked the ingredient:” Rooibos, natural pumpkin flavoring, cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg. I could smell the rooibos but not any pumpkin. The tea came up a red color and the flavor was more of a Rooibos with cinnamon. I really never tasted any pumpkin or that lovely clove. I was a bit disappointed with the spices but the tea tasted good. like a lightly spiced rooibos. I also tried it later and added one of my little pumpkin spice mixtures, like the ones in the spice aisle, but I make my own. And that seemed to be better. I can definitely think of quite a few things this would be good with! Anything pumpkin.
Give it a try. Harney & Sons are having a really good sale right now and their shipping is 2 days and it is free!
So what in the world am I doing our of bed so early? 6:45 I woke up and heard very faint strains of classical music coming from somewhere. I checked my house and unless the fairies were having a concert, my house was music free. Went outside, which is how I found out about the cold, and nope, nothing. Now I am sure most people would have just shrugged and moved on with their day, I am not most people.
First I thought, well maybe the rapture came and I’m the only one left and the music will always play now. (Yes, this is how my brain works) then I had some tea and realized that half of my neighborhood would still be here too. As I made the bed the music got louder. So off came all of the covers and there was my phone. Under my pillow playing quietly away. I have a Samsung so I was just happy it hadn’t exploded under my head.
I haven’t seen OU Boy so I’m assuming he’s busy building a ball room sized version of the grand hall of Hogwarts for a party tomorrow night. At least he’s stopped badgering me to go to some Comic Con this weekend. $80 a ticket to hang with adults who dress up and live for comic books and games most of us stopped playing when we grew the feck up!
Why oh why would someone want to do that? Let’s see:
Me: Why do grown ass people do that?
Him: They like to.
Him: They might meet the love of their life?
Me: Again, No. I can tell you right now no woman wants a grown man-child as a lover. It is just one of the dating questions. Do you live at home? Do you have a job? Do you have a car? Any arrests? Any diseases? Do you dress up and play imaginary games with friends? There should only be 2 Yes answers in there.
Him: We could take the five-year old!
Me: No. I’m sure he would ask the same question. Is it Halloween? Why are the mommies and daddies dressed like Halloween? Because some people can’t hack it in the real world, sweetie. Wanna go to the cemetery?
And that brings me to the cemetery story. It’s no secret that OU Boy’s family owns the largest cemetery I’ve ever seen. And it’s gorgeous. When I run, I go there. Run the paths, have a chat with Great Grandpa Tecumseh, check out the newest models of headstones. I love it. I’ve always spent a lot of time in cemeteries and grave yards. The difference being that graveyards are part of the church yard. Cemeteries are stand alone venues. I had my first kiss on a coffin in the coffin display room. While rushing for a sorority they left us in the graveyard and I just had a seat. So it should come as no surprise that the five-year old is also a lover of cemeteries. I had promised him the other day we would go if we had time before soccer practice and OU Boy almost drove off the road when his little voice piped up on the way to practice with,” Oh, man, we didn’t get to go to the cemetery!”.
OU Boy: You are all weird. That’s unnatural. There is something wrong with you people.
Hey buddy, you read the warning label and were fully aware we were bat shit crazy. But cute. So where ever you are bud, stay warm and have fun!
xx Patricia Abnormal my great-aunt Eulala! There is history in this place!