There, there, Peepers. Don't cry. Don't cry over spilled mi... I mean, cream. NO, I MEAN ICED TEA.
'Cause cryin' over spilled milk is perfectly reasonable, you see. And cryin' over spilled cream? Why, that's practically a necessity!
But iced tea?
I SAID, DON'T CRY! You keep on sobbin' like that, Peepers, AND I'LL GIVE YOU a reason to cry, for sure.
*unsheaths a claw and watches it glisten in the sunlight*
So what's the big deal with the tea, anyway? I mean, it's just tea. It's not like it was nip tea, or anythin' like tha...
It wasn't, was it? It wasn't catnip tea. IT HAD BETTER NOT have been catnip tea 'cause for one thing, I never gave you permission to imbibe in my catnip in the first place, and for another, cryin' over CATNIP tea IS actually a thing.
But just plain ol' regular tea made with non-catnip teabags?
AND STOP THAT INCESSANT SOBBIN'! It's annoyin' me to no end.
But let me ask you this one thing, ol' peep of mine. Are you upset because after knockin' that entire pitcher of iced tea onto the floor, you no longer have any iced tea to drink? And you had been lookin' forward to drinkin' that iced tea on account of it bein' hot and humid and muggy as all get out outside, and after workin' out in that high heat and humidity you're now in desperate need for an ice cold drink which you can't have, on account of it bein' spilled all over the floor, and the fact that it takes several hours to brew up more - not to mention the chillin' - so NOW you won't be able to have any iced tea, anytime soon?
I TOLD YOU TO STOP YOUR STUPID SOBBIN'!
Or are you upset 'cause that ol' iced tea pitcher was a pretty big pitcher AND it was also very full, so now, even though you were already tired and hot and bothered on account of the weather outside and the fact that you were out in the yard workin' in said weather - makin' you even more tired and hot and bothered... NOW YOU'VE GOTTA STOP EVERYTHIN' YOU WERE DOIN' and clean up this big ol' mess you made all over the kitchen floor.
And it really IS a big mess, for sure.
I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP SOBBIN'!
My gosh, now she's sobbin' even more.
So are you gonna answer my question or what?
Nothin' but crickets.
Least she's stopped sobbin' though.
*scratches behind an ear*
If you need me, I'll be restin' in the family room, right in front of that nice big fan you bought me.
You did buy that fan for ME, right?
Remember to mask up, too.