I took some on the run to Heathrow this morning returning one son and his girlfriend to the States. Drank it while Agnes (the tempermental GPS) misbehaved on the two hour trip there, occasionally refusing to "calculate this route" altogether and worrying me about making them late for their flight. After much sweet talking, cajoling, beseeching – and unplugging – she ascquiesced. She did not return me in time to meet Alannah's afternoon appointment with the Human Resource office on base however.
After some quick rescheduling work, I stopped home instead for the feis dress. And more tea. Chai latte this time. And just missed the tailor who went home for the day before the alterations shop closed.
So Moira and I hit the library, dropped a boy off at Dad's office, and finally reached the grocery store around five. ish.
True story – the day out ended with this conversation…
Grocery clerk (male – late 20s): "What animal would you be?"
Me, looking up from the nether regions of my cart: "Pardon?"
clerk: "Animal. You know, like if you could be one. What would it be?"
Umm, yeah. No.
Not today thanks.
More tea please.

I would be a cheetah! A tea-drinking cheetah so I could stop by your house while I was out sprinting all over East Anglia!
Oh how funny! Hmmm, I would be a bear. They look better fat and get to sleep all winter. 🙂