Oh, Cream of Earl Grey. I don’t write about you the way I do about your flashy brethren (hellooo, Gold Rush – how did you sell out at my store so darn fast?). I don’t always treat you very well, either – this morning I forgot you and steeped you for 7 minutes due to an attack of Morning Brain. But you’re always there for me. You always come out smooth, creamy, and with a buttery, smooth vanilla aftertaste. You nevear complain or taste oversteeped the way Fantasy Island does if I so much as breathe on it for longer than 2 minutes. And this morning when I ran out of you I was devastated. You’re my unsung hero, Cream of Earl Grey.
This is You :-D
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e-commerce merchandiser by day; swinger of kettlebells and striker of dancer’s pose by night. I like social media, fashion and urban gardening in equal measure.
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