Dear diet PEPSI,I. Love. You. I really, really do.
You have been there with me through thick and thin (literally). You have been there through all the important times in my life. You have seen me through 5 pregnancies (well, 4. When I was pregnant with Josh, you tasted like salty metal). You are there to wake me up in the morning and there to put me to bed each night. You make me smile. You make me happy. You calm my nerves every Sunday after 3 hours of wrangling kids. You are my drug of choice. You give the oomph! I need to make it through each day. I. Love. You.
My dear friend, as much as I hate to say it...it is time we parted ways. It brings me to my knees to even think about it. But, we are in a recession for Pete's sake! The $100+ a month I spend on you needs to go into the piggy bank. Plus, doctors say your delicious sugar-free sweetener could give me cancer...can you believe the nerve of them? I know it can't be true, but for my kids' sake, I need to think about these sorts of things.
So, thanks for the past 18 years. They have been wonderful. Every time I take a road trip or pass Wally's, I will think of you. I have replaced you with water...it is free. It is a mediocre replacement, but it will have to do. I know I will probably fall off the wagon and give into your devilish goodness, but I mean it this time...I am giving you up! I will miss you, but it is for the best.
Love,
Karrin
P.S.
If and when we pull out of this recession and I can justify wasting money on you...we will hook up! I will dream of it.
