Confessions of a Diet Dr. Pepper Addict

I used to drink Diet Coke. Not anymore. However, I will give credit where credit is due. Diet Coke and my roommate Amy (aka Suer) were the ONLY reasons I graduated from college. Seriously folks.

I'd like to say my tastes have matured. Now I drink Diet Dr. Pepper. Profusely. Do you want to know where I keep my stash? In the refrigerator meat drawer. Where do I keep the meat to provide sustenance to my family? I say who needs meat when you can have wonderful, lightly slushed, glacier-cold, DDP in the morning. First thing.


I know, I know. I am almost 40, I should be drinking coffee, flavored coffee. Or tea, green tea even. It is leaching my calcium stores, filling me with fake sugar that makes me want real sugar, destroying my kidneys, and I am sure the list goes on. But, it completes me.

Oddly enough, it is the medical profession that did this to me. Night shifts, 12 hour three day weekend shifts, take their toll. You may need caffeine in any form at any given moment, just to keep your head from hitting the nurses desk in a full puddle of drool. It happens to the best of us. I secretly smile when I see the ER doc on call try to disguise a tall cool can of RockStar in their lab coat pocket. At least I'm not drinking RockStar, for heaven sake.

DDP, see you in the morning you slushy, cold, thing you!

*this post goes out to Shelly, who happens to be slurping her DDP at room temperature. Hope that tooth gets better! I'll have you over for breakfast soon!