I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

the two hundred and eightieth story

How to make a post-holiday recovery tea:
Recipe by kest

Make a pot of tea.
Find yesterday's teacup, with a bit of tea left in it.
Decide that standing up to clean the cup is too much effort.
Pour fresh tea over whatever remains in cup.
Take a sip.
That wasn't tea in the old cup. That was scotch in the old cup.
Oh well. This is fine.
Enjoy!

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