A moment of “ugh” this morning, when I had finished measuring out my leaf, and then knocked my tin off the table, spilling leaf all over the kitchen floor. Ugh.
I managed to get the tin with a serving or two left in it, but the stuff that hit the floor, well, no. No way I am drinkng floor tea. And at least I’d measured out my breakfast cup.
I like this, but I don’t love this, and I’m not even sure that I like it well enough to bring it back in the end.
But still, I didn’t want to spill it.
oh, man, how frustrating!
I won’t cry over spilled milk. But maybe spilled tea? maybe! blech.