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Sippin' Cider

Everyone at work drinks coffee or tea. So they're always brewing something and have drinks at the desk. Sometimes I feel left out because I want a warm drink. I fixed that by bringing my own Apple Cider to work. I had to get them to teach me how to use the tea kettle to boil water, then make my cider. I was giddy and giggling while I did it because I was so excited. Everyone thought I was hilarious. 

Then to my delight I found a little stir straw and used that to mix everything. Then, I used the straw to drink. It reminded me of going to girl's camp and campfire songs. 
The cutest boy, I ever saw. Was sipping ciiiiiider, through a straw. The cutest boy I ever saaaaaaw was sipping ci yi yi yi yider through a straw. 
I asked him if, he'd show me how, to sip that ciiiider through a straw. I asked him if he'd show me how to sip that ci yi yi yi yider through a straw. 
First cheek to cheek, then jaw to jaw, we'd sip that ciiiiiider, through a straw. First cheek to cheek then jaw to jaw, we'd sip that ci yi yi yi yider through a straw. 
And now I have, a mother in law, and forty-eight kids, who call me ma. Now I have a mother-in-law, and forty-eight kids who call me ma. 

There's another verse that I can't remember about how you shouldn't sip cider through a straw, instead you should drink root beer. 

I remember singing that song as a thirteen year old and wanting to sip cider with a boy, or anything. Now that I'm married, I just steal sips from Sammy's soda and we share water glasses and everything and it's not all romantic and cute, it's just being best friends.

 Since I'm sipping this cider by myself I don't think that I'm doomed to have forty-eight kids. So I'll go on sipping my cider in the morning, because it makes me really happy.

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