But this is what faces me every time I open the fridge:
20 oz of loveliness. A real Coke. I'm not sure I can take it. I open the refrigerator no less than 40 times/day and this baby is begging me to twist the top and have that coveted first sip every single time.
No one who has come over drinks real soda and I'm too frugal to throw it away (that whole dollar, you know).
Oh my.
And now I'm taking a closer look at the picture and I also see: 3 gallons of milk, a few beers, 1/2 and 1/2 for my coffee, formula for Annie, and some eggs.
Yup. Seems like we have our priorities straight.
1 comment:
Coke float--it's a dessert, not a drink.
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