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100 Days of Thanksgiving (Day 8)

Day 8
Tea!
I love sipping on a hot cup of sweet tea on a cold winters day! Actually I enjoy hot tea on hot summer days and rainy days, too.
Some of my favorite kinds of tea are Chai, English breakfast, peach, and blueberry. Do you like hot tea? If so, what are your favorites?

Have a lovely day!

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  1. I really like apple cinnamon and earl grey tea. Oh, and the sugar cookie kind I drank at your house. :) We should have a tea party again this winter. :)

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    1. Haha! I am glad you liked that Sugar Cookie tea. I think we still have it. Apparently it wasn't a big hit in our family, so next time you come over we will serve it for you. ;) And, yes, we should do a Tea Party this winter with ya'll. That would be a lot of fun.

      ~Hannah~

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