Teapot Fiasco
This week will be known as The Week My Mom and I "Disagreed" About a Teapot
So on Wed, i went home and there was a new teapot on the stove. This did not please me. I drink tea religiously and was troubled to see my chrome friend missing from his usual spot on my stove. Instead, there was a high-tech futuristic stainless steel one in it's place. I've been stressed this week so of course, all i wanted to do was have a nice cup of tea. But what do I see? Not my teapot! So I viciously attacked every bad thing about this teapot, which I will list:
1. It's very heavy- i make tea at 5 freakin 30, i cannot lift a heavy teapot
2. It's hard to tell if there is water in it- yes, this morning i successfully boiled nothing
3. It has a tight snap- cover on the spout- it requires strength to push it open and when i do, hot water droplets fly on my arm
4. It makes a "harmonica" whistle- yes, a harmonica, it sound slike a dying animal, maybe a cat or a goat Heeeeuuuunnnnnnnhhhhh
I came up with a plan, let's just use both teapots! Well, Mom did not like that. So she finally yelled that she would return it. you thin I would be happy...but no. As soon as she said she would get rid of it, I wanted it. Yea, it sucks but who else is going to deal with a moaning teapot? She tried to wrap it up in the box, but I had protectively clutched in my arms, shaking my head and saying "no, we can't get rid of this horrible thing." My mom accused me of not being able to reject things, and I guess she is right. So I don't care how weird people will think I am, I love my moaning teapot!
(P.S- The old teapot is now safetly retired in my room holding some dried flowers)
So on Wed, i went home and there was a new teapot on the stove. This did not please me. I drink tea religiously and was troubled to see my chrome friend missing from his usual spot on my stove. Instead, there was a high-tech futuristic stainless steel one in it's place. I've been stressed this week so of course, all i wanted to do was have a nice cup of tea. But what do I see? Not my teapot! So I viciously attacked every bad thing about this teapot, which I will list:
1. It's very heavy- i make tea at 5 freakin 30, i cannot lift a heavy teapot
2. It's hard to tell if there is water in it- yes, this morning i successfully boiled nothing
3. It has a tight snap- cover on the spout- it requires strength to push it open and when i do, hot water droplets fly on my arm
4. It makes a "harmonica" whistle- yes, a harmonica, it sound slike a dying animal, maybe a cat or a goat Heeeeuuuunnnnnnnhhhhh
I came up with a plan, let's just use both teapots! Well, Mom did not like that. So she finally yelled that she would return it. you thin I would be happy...but no. As soon as she said she would get rid of it, I wanted it. Yea, it sucks but who else is going to deal with a moaning teapot? She tried to wrap it up in the box, but I had protectively clutched in my arms, shaking my head and saying "no, we can't get rid of this horrible thing." My mom accused me of not being able to reject things, and I guess she is right. So I don't care how weird people will think I am, I love my moaning teapot!
(P.S- The old teapot is now safetly retired in my room holding some dried flowers)