Excuse me. Quiet down, please. Umm... Could I please call this meeting to order.
Meeting? What meeting you say. This is the meeting of my closest interwebby friends where I make an important disclosure. A disclosure that may change your world forever.
I. Memaw, am an addict. There I said it. And you might say, "You, Memaw. Not you. You are a paragon of goodness and right living."
And you would correct except...when it comes to the devil....
This is a sordid that began long ago. I first started down the Diet Coke road with an innocent looking little pink packet. You know Sweet n Low. The gateway drug.
It started with little pink packets in my ice tea. You know, just a little to make it taste better without those pesky calories involved with sugar. I was trying to loose those post pregnancy chubs. It was perfect.
And then in 1982, Coca-Cola introduced Diet Coke to the mass market. I started off small, just one on the weekends or on special occasions. But once I got the taste I wanted more.
Once I started teaching, it seemed I needed more and more because of the stress, you see. It grew from one a day to two and then more. Until last week I realized I was drinking 6-8 bottles a day. I was out of control.
So Saturday I decided to
Saturday night my husband posted this as his Facebook status