I am slowly creeping away from coffee and into the warm embrace of tea. It is tough to quantify, but I feel better all hopped-up on tea leaves, rather than my usual java. My latest find, Yogi Detox Tea, a peach-flavored ambrosia good for the liver and kidneys.
It is, rather unfortunately, odd tasting. Resembling the googly-eyed stepchild of wallpaper glue and a gallon (or 3.8 liters for all you over there) of peach juice. Not that I have any experience with bulkhead pastes.
As such, I turn to the Senior Chief who sits next to me and offer her a bag. It’ll help you kick the heroin habit. See, it is detox!
Wait, you are the ADCO, the command’s Navy Alcohol and Drug Control Officer, right?
Belay my last. . . Perhaps that was not as funny as I imagined it to be. . .
Fourteen tea-bags left after Senior wisely avoided my jettison. If you live in San Diego, holler at me. I got some delicious, healthy tea for you. Free to good home. (And trust me, your home is good.) It reminds me of a Georgia peach infused with something exotic. Something beyond description. Did I mention it was free?
* Please note that I did not title this phlegm-inducer Me Talking to My Senior Chief. There is one of you out there, who visits every now and then and with whom I argue. About exactly whose Senior Chief she is.
She is my Senior Chief, I once said.
Hell no, she is my Senior Chief, you replied, all huffily. . .
Well today, I give up. She is your Senior Chief. After all, she gave me the Heisman on my Yogi Tea.