Women Are Like Teabags

You don't know their strength until you put them in hot water.  That's a quote from Eleanor Roosevelt.

Lest you think this post might be all formal and educated and women's libbish, let me set the record straight.

I get thrills out of simply the weirdest things.  In the summer, I usually start my morning outside on the patio, where I eat my oatmeal, drink tea and read the paper. 

When I am done with my tea, I have a very strange habit of tossing the teabog right over the outdoor shower into the woods.  I cannot fully explain the joy I get out of this.  It's a thrill to start each morning like this.

I don't worry that I'm littering because it's tea in a biodegradable little bag and it will be invisible in a matter of days.

K-ster once saw this ritual and went out of his mind.  He thinks it will attract animals!  Really???  Tea drinking animals?

Let's not kid anyone into thinking I do what k-ster tells me not to do.  So, I continue to toss tea bags with reckless abandon, once he has left for work.   

It's definitely a good thing he had already left for work when I made this mistake.  Mrs. Roosevelt was correct- you do not know how strong a woman is.  

Until she can't wing the teabag over the fence.  

And she sits, alone on the patio, laughing her ass off.

I seriously thought about leaving it there.  But then k-ster would have really been mad, what with all of those wild animals leaping up to lick the teabag while he's taking an outdoor shower.