T-WE Tea company in San Francisco. I love their teas and really wanted to gift them to my mother-in-law for Christmas, but I just couldn't see giving her "Santa's Little Harlot", "Flaming Prince Charming", "Sexpot", "Lesbi Friends", "White Girl Please", "Scandalous Manfriend", or "Boobage"--and those were some of my favorites.
It feels like only yesterday I posted, actually it feels like an hour ago which it practically was if you don't count sleep time. It's cold and grey here, and I have GOT to do something enjoyable today!!! Sadly, cleaning the utility room, sweeping and mopping the floors, and putting away Christmas don't qualify, but they're what I've got. What was I thinking last night that both sounded good and at least a little fun? Oh yeah, website development for the studio. Meh. Am I being too grown-up? What happened to the person who would say, "Screw housework, I'm going to take a day off and (insert Fun Art Recreation Time verb here) today"?
A lot of it is the sheer enormity of getting everything ready to fart. Though this house, with it's myriad spaces, will eventually be the perfect fart space, right now there isn't a single studio that doesn't need a lot of work to get usable--and that's ignoring the fact that none of them are heated. However today's the warmest it's going to get until next Tuesday so if I want fart, I had better get setting up. Meh. I can always do the utility room tomorrow when it's only going to be 41 degrees... oh, but I was going to work on *taxes* tomorrow. I hate being an adult.