Read more....I heard it first at Starbucks. I ordered "calm" tea (needed it). When the barista, a cute, funky little thing, dropped in the teabag, she forgot to secure the string.
The tail landed ploink in the hot water. "I'm a little brain-dead today," she said. "But don't worry, I'm amazing." She smiled mischievously (not unlike my 2-year-old son). "A little conceited," she added, "but amazing."
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
You are amazing.
I came across this article in one of the newsletters I receive. I almost missed it because I had convinced myself that I'm too busy this week to be reading anything. But I'm glad I did.
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