I know that somewhere in this blog, I asked the question: Does absence make the heart grow fonder or go yonder? I'm here to tell you, I know the answer.
I know the answer because without the comforting presence of cans of Diet Coke in my fridge, I discovered how much I truly love the bubbly goodness of said drink. I did make two fast food restaurant runs today, but to my chagrin, both only sell Pepsi products. Now, diet Pepsi will do in a pinch, and I've drunk a lot of it today, but diet Coke is the only way to go. And I miss diet Coke. S wants to go out to dinner tonight, and I'm going to make him take me someplace that I can get a normal, lovely diet Coke. If the restaurant serves Pepsi, we're out.
I feel like writing an ode to diet Coke; I've been thinking about it all day. And the funny thing is, I really only drink two a day. One with lunch, and one other one wherever I need it most. It's not like I'm going through a case a week. We actually only ran out because my mom decided she might need more at our Christmas celebration, so I brought my spare 12 over. And left without them. And then, due to the extra-large task of cleaning our apartment, S and I postponed our grocery shopping until tonight, which left me alone in the apartment today, without diet Coke. Alas, not a good situation. At least I had other things to do today, so I could justify going through the drive-thru twice. I timed my errands right when I thought I might need an infusion.
Well, at least I've had some diet soda today. If not, S might be bald right now. And if not S, me. I'd be ripping my hair out from the crankiness (ask my sister about the weekend in Champaign without the diet Coke. She'll know exactly what you're speaking of) or S would be ripping his out from the crankiness. It's ugly. But fortunately not happening. (Oh, never fear, there is still the normal food-need crankiness, but that's nothing we haven't dealt with before.)
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