Merry Whizz-mas… and What’s Up With This Tea?

I’m sure you guys have figured out that I work from home. All of the things that the Nymph does from website testing, product testing, fiction writing and painting happily takes place within my four walls more often than not. As such, I am apt to take breaks to do mundane everyday things like laundry, vacuuming and dishes. Well our tale begins on one of those dish doing days.

I was standing at the sink washing dishes and simultaneously testing out a set of wireless headphones while talking to my gal pal known as the Elf (found here on the interwebs and she’s a riot so check her out). We’re giggling and carrying on as per usual when I hear a strange noise coming from behind me. I pause my conversation with her by saying “hold on a second babe” as I turn off the water. I then hear what sounds like the faintest of liquid trickles in the background. Thinking someone left the faucet on in the bathroom, I turn around only to find the family dog whizzing away on the Christmas tree… and not just the tree, he got a pair of shoes and a decent sized spot on the carpet too… da fuq?

I shout his name and it startles him into a trot and dribble so now I have a damp tree, a soaked pair of shoes and a spotted trail of dog pee going across the living room carpet. My daughter and her boyfriend (it was his shoes that caught the flood) come out to see why I’m admonishing the dog and well… lets just say that our favorite canine familiar spent his afternoon outside in the backyard where he could whizz on all the trees he’d like.  I love our little four legged fluff ball but I was less than impressed with his antics.

Fast forward to the following evening.

Everyone is bustling around in the kitchen fixing snacks and what not when my daughter, the Sprite, decides she wants a nice hot cup of chai tea steeped to perfection via the Keurig. In goes the pod, out comes a coffee cup then one button press later and she’s in business. We have several sensitive tummies in the house so almond and soy milk are our most welcome friends. Kept usually on the bottom door shelf of the fridge along with whatever bottled juice we are consuming that week. The Sprite opens the fridge, grabs a carton, opens it up and pours it in her tea…. but it seems suspiciously clear. Thinking it needed a good shake, she does that and proceeds to pour more clear (and slightly oily) liquid in her tea…qué?

Holding the carton up for inspection, she then realizes that she had mistakenly grabbed the half used container of chicken broth from the previous nights dinner. Care for a cup of chicken chai tea anyone?

Ahhhh just another day in the life and I love it.