Hey Where's My Cuppa?

That's what Leah just said to me as I sat down to watch "Dirty Jobs".  I poured myself a cup of Earl Grey and didn't even offer.  Stupid me.

I've never thought of myself as a tea drinker, much less as being the kind of person who would buy loose leaf tea.  I mean those people wear tweed jackets and discuss Chaucer over crumpets, right?  And yet here I sit drinking my cuppa and writing a blog.  How pretentious is that?  Excuse me while I adjust my cravat...