Your love affair with diet coke started where else but at fat camp. Along with giving you the two mile hike to breakfast, lunch and dinner, aerobics at dawn, and skinny girl sized portions, Camp Camelot took away your regular, sugar laden sodas and instead pointed you to a drink machine filled with only the diet varieties. Yuch! You could barely drink the stuff, but since it was your only choice....(You and your chubbo campers also downed Equal packets. How's that for desperation?)
And then a lot like those first nasty cigarettes you smoked, it gradually began to grow on you. Until you couldn't get enough! Now you practically go through a six pack a day and even your son knows "dietcoke" by name. (Bad mommy. Bad mommy.)
You could get all PC here and say how awful it is and how you're trying to give it up, but let's face it. What vice do you have left? You already gave up your smokes. God bless the cancer sticks, you miss 'em. You don't drink. Can't stand the taste. You're on a constant diet. (Down three pounds in two weeks, thank you very much.) You're barely ever awake beyond midnight! Good lord....a girls gotta have something ! You love your salty sweet, crisp and refreshing drink of choice. The bubbles. The deep brownness. The little pphbt sound the can makes as the cap pops open. Heck, you love it so much you'd like to buy the world a coke....
...Now where did you hear that again?
Try this again?
What drink makes your mouth tingle?
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