No TEAsing!

Well, I'd been doing okay for a while, but today I have a cold. That kind of "gross, I wish that kid was sniffling here next to me" cold. The elephant-nose cold, sounds included. I feel terrible for the people in my classes.

So, I had to go over to the dark side: Tea. My coffee-bean-brain is so confused right now. But a cold calls for tea. It is terrible to be sitting so close to the counter where they call out the orders, though.

"White mocha for Ashlyn?"
"Iced latte for Chris!"
"Carmel machiato for Tina!"
"...Red tea for Curl Gurl?"
Ugh.

The thing is, I don't even like red tea. If I'm going to have tea, I want it either cold & brown with tons of sugar (I'm from the South- it's what we do) or yellow/green with tons of sugar. But that's not what I got today. Why?

Because I'm trying to trick my body into thinking we're at home from school and my mom is taking care of me. Sad? A little bit. But it just might work!

When I was younger, I didn't know too much about tea. Whenever I got sick, Mom would bring me a burn-your-tounge-hot cup of red tea with honey in it. I don't like red tea. I think it's evil and it dries my throat out. The smell gets me every time because I know what comes after it- the taste. However, I was being taken care of so I accepted the offered cup and drank it. After a few cups of these red devils, I felt better! Either red tea works, or my mother's honey was magic. Later I learned I could you know... ask for a different flavor of tea, something yummy like peppermint. However, my tongue, nose, and throat still remember those red, honeyed days lying on the couch and watching the same movie over and over again until I fell asleep. So I'll sip my red tea, hoping my body says: 

"HOLY CRAP, THAT RED STUFF IS BACK. Get well quickly so she won't feed us anymore! All T-cells on deck! Scrub those germs, disinfect those nasal passages- GO GO GO!"

Hope your days are less sniffly than mine!

Curl Gurl, out!