The Time In Which Our Heroine Demands Proper Tea

My zany moment of the week.

Since I have been off the Juice Of Java (a painful experience akin to quitting smoking I assure you) on Doctor's orders, I have switched over to tea. It hasn't been so bad. As I have never really considered tea to be a source of caffeine in the past, accepting decaff tea is quite easy. What I can no longer accept is sipping my tea out of a styrofoam cup! I began to protest two days ago to my demi-quad mate (ours is not a full quad, rather it's a doubler) and we both determined that the best way to enjoy our tea, and indeed there is no reason why we can't do so in this fashion at work, is from a proper teacup and saucer.

The hunt is on and I have to tell you it has been a blast. I have been searching ebay for the most froofy of teacups and saucers and teapots I can find. Everything I own at home is depression glass and that simply won't do. I figure if we are going to enjoy afternoon tea outside of the sleeve of styrofoam cups, there better be some gaud and china chinking going on. I have already bid on one of the patterns my Grandma had, Royal Albert Petit Point. Any other pattern ideas?

Damn, I am getting old.