Over Afternoon Tea

Tea is not only a drink but a ritual over which people have been relaxing, talking, and catching up on each other's lives for centuries. This blog is intended to serve as a virtual cup of tea, helping me keep in touch with friends and family in my physical absence.

I Confess

Most of my life, I've attempted to avoid getting associated with the 'girly' image. The feel of nail polish on my nails bothers me and I've probably spent more than five minutes on my hair a grand total of a dozen times in my life. I've done my fair share of climbing trees, wearing jeans, and despising boys who thought I couldn't do anything just because I'm a girl. But this morning, I let out a very girly scream because I saw a bug. It was sitting on my spoonrest, where I was about to reach for the spoon I had moved earlier but forgotten about. It was large and ugly and it startled me so badly that I screamed involuntarily. I'd like to be able to say that it was more of a yell or even an 'eep' but it was definitely a very girly scream.
My husband was out of his chair and investigating in a matter of seconds (a very useful male instinct pertaining to my (very rare) screams).
"Sorry. It's just a bug," I said apologetically, trying to recover my not-a-sissy image. "It startled me or I wouldn't have screamed."
He came around the counter and looked at the large, ugly bug, which was moving very slowly forward.
"Yup, that's a big bug." He started to return to his computer.
"Would you do something about that while I go get my water?" OK, so my not-a-sissy image isn't that valuable. If there hadn't been a guy present I'd have handled it myself, but he was there and I wasn't sure what to kill it with, so...
"Oh, you want me to do something about it?" he asked, grinning.
"Yup," I said, giving him a hug. "Husbands are good for that."

OK, so I'm a girl. But hold the nail polish.