Sereni-tea… I have to tell you that most mornings the sight of this pedantic mug makes want to hurl it across the room, but the look of a sun-filled kitchen seems to have changed me… or maybe it’s just that it’s the only cup I can find in a sea of boxes that still surround my stove.
It never fails to make me think of my high school running coach. She would always hide in the bushes 3/4’s of the way through a race and scream out “Serenity NOW!” as you ran by.
As if you weren’t already on the brink of a heart attack.
Clearly, got to get a new mug.