Well, I have not had diet Coke in the house in over three weeks. I drank some the other day, but only because Subway did not have iced tea, we were eating there, and we had already paid for a beverage. I don't consider that intentional. Subversive, but not intentional. Brown fairy, damn you!
So, a discourse today with my dearest friend went something like this:
"Lest we not forget Hebrew 13:2 - Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Ever since I was a child, this has haunted me. Even inanimate objects. For example, if I am at the store and pick something up, unless it's damaged, it's the one I purchase (I would hate to hurt its feelings). Weird, huh?
Guess that is why Husband and I are a perfect match. The other night, we were watching Ghost Hunters International and a Mucinex (mucus breakup) commercial came on. The mucus family was checking in to a hotel, then got coughed out. Tim said, "I feel bad for the little mucus boy. He didn't know. He seemed so happy, playing on the luggage rack. It's not his fault his parents brought him there."
I turned to look at him, and he was serious. Now you know why we are so perfect together . . . "
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Yeah, we're a bit odd. At first glance.
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