I was walking to get the mail about an hour ago, and noticed that the neighbors across the green are brewing a gallon pitcher of sweet sun tea on their patio.
(Was it even possible to grab the tea, waddle back to the house, unlock the door, and get into the apartment, all without spilling the tea or getting caught? Or if I did get caught, could I whine my way out of it as a 35 1/2 week pregnant psycho who was acting on pure hormones, even though we all know my sweet tea addiction could have driven this mad behavior even without a baby brewing?)
I kept walking, ignoring the criminal within me. Later, I found this restaurant called Smackies that I’d like to try. Check out the weekend buffet. Yum. AND they have tea.