My tea posts usually feature lovely, feminine teacups, pretty linens, and, I hope, inspiration for a beautiful, girly-kinda tea. But today, I thought I'd share a little informal "tea" I made for Mr. Beautiful.
"Oh, honey, all the bloggers do it. They call their husbands 'Mr. (insert name of blog here).'
'Mr. Beautiful Matters' is too long, and you don't really want to be called 'Mr. Matters,' do you?"
He rolls his eyes a little, but I'm going to pretend he is secretly pleased.
So anyway, Mr. Beautiful has been doing an awful lot of work around here lately, what with painting the kitchen and the pantry and trimming back the forest that is threatening to overtake us.
I could take a nap and pretend to be Sleeping Beauty, and Mr. Beautiful is the prince hacking his way through all this brush just to get to me.
Well, that deserves some iced tea and homemade oatmeal scotchies, don't you think?
Nothing too fancy, just a canning jar for the iced tea, served with a wedge of lemon, and a plain white Fitz and Floyd dessert plate with
three one and a half cookies. I got some plain white dishes out of sympathy for my husband and son, who, though they've never complained, were probably tired of dining exclusively on floral vintage china that can't be put in the microwave.
The ball game's on. Mr. Beautiful is finally able to relax.
The Tigers lost, but life's still good. Lots of work accomplished this past weekend, time together with family, and homemade cookies. You just can't go wrong.
Thanks, honey, for all the work you do around here.
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