omorka | Tasty, but dumb

So I got up at about 12:30, did the usual getting-dressed stuff, unloaded last nights load of dishes and loaded the dishwasher for the next one, and thought to myself, "Self, this is the definition of luxury - rising after noon, surveying the aftermath of a damn good if low-key party with great food, breaking one's fast on a big slice of leftover apple pie* and a cup of cranberry-blood orange tea."

Okay, yes, I can see you tea snobs out there sneering at me for that last one. Yes, I buy the flavored froufrou teas from Republic of Tea and SeredipiTea and all the rest. I like flavored froufrou teas. Those of you who drink pu-erh unadulterated from a 300-year-old teapot can go ahead and laugh; I'm tough, I can take it. (Oh, gods, if you feel like you need to defriend me over something so embarrassing as that, I totally understand . . . .)

Anyway, I had something in one hand and was reaching for the flavored tea with the other and the stack of tea cannisters started sliding. I managed to catch two of them, but the others managed to not only fall onto the floor, they took another stack with them - and when that stack hit the floor, the lid popped off my British Breakfast and the loose tea went all over the floor.

*facepalm*

So I had to clean the mess up before I made my tea, and now I need to check to see if either Middle Market or Partial Edibles has that one loose. I'd rather just refill the canister than buy a new one.

*Shut up, it's better than a pop-tart.

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In other news, the minor evidence for my needing to watch Glee continues to mount; apparently Stephen Tobolowsky has a recurring role.

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