The GID came home with a [glorious] case of Coke on Friday for our son's graduation party.
I LOVE COKE!
Well, I love it until I can't stand it, then I don't drink it for long periods of time. That is, until the GID comes walking through the door with case in hand.
Then it calls to me...I
loooong for it... I sneak it at night... And I consume every last can and go buy more.
That's when I realize I have a "habit".
I try to maintain a coke-free environment; but the hubby seems to be supporting my "habit".
Ah, cold, refreshing {overlysweetenedhighfrutosecornsyrupyartificialycolorstoomuchcaffinatedrotyourstomacheatthroughmetal}
Coke... bring it baby!
Snap! Fizz. Mmm.