As of January 3rd, I became an official non-smoker. Inadvertently, I also became a non-drinker being that smoking and drinking go together like Dolce and Gabbana for Madge. And since then, Coca-Cola has been my crutch.
One of the many trips I have taken to the Coke Museum.
The fizzy, effervescent, goodness got me through the withdrawal symptoms of nicotine that I would compare to that of heroin and never, EVER wish upon my worst enemy.
And, a small footnote: to those who may believe I am no longer "fun" due to the non-toxic lifestyle I have adopted (ahem--Babs and Mr. MTM), you are sorely mistaken. Furthermore, I will be very excited to see my smooth, un-raisin-like complexion in a few short years!
So on this Holy Day, not only will I enjoy my favorite fizzy lifting drink, but Sammy the Saab (my trusty and ever dependable g-ride) has been washed of all his sins. It may or may not have been since May that my sweet car has gotten a thorough cleaning.
Embarrassingly filthy.
Just as shiny as the August day that we came into each other's lives.
I can't stand people who have no vices. They are not to be trusted.
ReplyDeleteNice post Madge!