Friday, October 7, 2011

When the Chi Tea is gone, the pouting starts.

See this Marv
A couple of years ago, my brother left a can of chi tea at my house over a family filled weekend.  When I found it I felt bad that Marv had forgotten it. When I called him, he said, I left it on purpose because I didn't like it.  Well then, I had to check it out. 

And now after about two years I am at the end of the can.  I am screaming for more. Mostly because I got addicted to it.

The moral of the story is, never give anything your sister you can replenish over time. 

Sadness, pouting, begging.