OK, I caved!
Sue me, beat me, do what ever you do to me, just don't take my fizzy away from me completely . . . oh yeah, or the lemon juice. I was in Wally World . . picture this, coolers by every register, full of Pepsi, Dr. Peppers, diet and sugared . . calling to you, "drink me", "you need me", "you have the kids and you stayed up late last night", " you need me to get through to the middle of the afternoon", "you know you want to", "you can stop with just today, you did last time you got one", "Don't fight it surrender" (any Almond Joy fans out there remember that jingle?), "just this once won't hurt you"! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!
So I did it, I cave in and bought two, yes TWO, 2-litre bottles of diet lemon lime soda. I know, hang my head in shame, I am . . . . . kind of . . . a little . . . and restricting myself to just one of my green jug full for the day. I got a late start, so that shouldn't be too hard. I am so sad to say, "that first long draw on the straw was entirely too wonderful . . so not out of the woods yet.
Thought I was going to say that I cave in to the colas, didn't ya? It is absolutely ridiculous how hard it was to walk out of there with out the colas. Shee! Scares me a little . . a lot . . . how much I want that gut rotting stuff.
So off to stir my posse stew, oh it smells heavenly! Jon will be so excited, not, but he is a good sport, it's easy, all out of the cans and food storage so it's a winner. And of course I am moving vast amounts (in my dreams) of canned goods to their new home so that I can put even more away . . . Happy Dance!!! I have got to get a life folks, this is getting scary ;- }
Cute story about Posse Stew. Terri M ran into me at the store one day when I was buying the hominy for the stew. I shared the recipe for it. Later when she decided to make some for her family, she called and asked me for the recipe for "Possum Stew". I loved it and of course it is now Possum Stew around here. Love her. as dingy as I am.
Sue me, beat me, do what ever you do to me, just don't take my fizzy away from me completely . . . oh yeah, or the lemon juice. I was in Wally World . . picture this, coolers by every register, full of Pepsi, Dr. Peppers, diet and sugared . . calling to you, "drink me", "you need me", "you have the kids and you stayed up late last night", " you need me to get through to the middle of the afternoon", "you know you want to", "you can stop with just today, you did last time you got one", "Don't fight it surrender" (any Almond Joy fans out there remember that jingle?), "just this once won't hurt you"! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!
So I did it, I cave in and bought two, yes TWO, 2-litre bottles of diet lemon lime soda. I know, hang my head in shame, I am . . . . . kind of . . . a little . . . and restricting myself to just one of my green jug full for the day. I got a late start, so that shouldn't be too hard. I am so sad to say, "that first long draw on the straw was entirely too wonderful . . so not out of the woods yet.
Thought I was going to say that I cave in to the colas, didn't ya? It is absolutely ridiculous how hard it was to walk out of there with out the colas. Shee! Scares me a little . . a lot . . . how much I want that gut rotting stuff.
Cute story about Posse Stew. Terri M ran into me at the store one day when I was buying the hominy for the stew. I shared the recipe for it. Later when she decided to make some for her family, she called and asked me for the recipe for "Possum Stew". I loved it and of course it is now Possum Stew around here. Love her. as dingy as I am.
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