No time for tea time

Yesterday morning I made myself a nice cup of hot tea. At lunch I found the mug on the counter, untouched. I had been wrapped up in kiddo-things all morning and had completely forgotten about it. But a cup of tea still sounded nice, so I stuck it in the microwave to reheat it (I know, gross, but who had time to boil fresh water?)

After dinner I found my mug again, about 2 sips less full than last time. Back into the microwave. Ben commented that I should just make a fresh cup, but why bother? This was a perfectly good cup, already sweetened to my liking, and nearly full to the brim.

This morning I go to pop my oatmeal in the microwave and what do I find inside, taunting me? Damn cup of tea.

Here it is, right before I admitted defeat and poured it down the drain:


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