Somebody hung a teabag from our paper towels.
And it wasn't us.
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7 comments:
scary or just wierd?
what kind of tea are we talking about?
Soooo...I'm hoping you've recently had visitors, otherwise you have a British ghost living in your house. That would be *sweet*! Especially with Baby coming, because all the best nannies are British.
Just look at Mary Poppins.
It's Yerba Mate.
I think somehow we are haunted by a Peruvian ghost.
hehe that's brilliant! I love the mystery!
Is it a used tea bag though? *frown*
Yes, it is art.
this really made me laugh. then again, i have a strange sense of humour :)
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