Sunday, January 27, 2008

I'd like to teach the world to sing

When I think of my dad, I think of one thing: Diet Coke. That dark, bitter liquid has had a place in my dad's hand for almost as long as I can remember (6th grade?). His morning didn't end until he got to 7eleven and bought his old fashioned donut and 20 oz. D.C. He has had no support for his addiction from his family. None whatsoever. Come on, he's killing brain cells!

Now, Almost nine years after the beginning of the mockery, I have to say that I have grown accustom to my own bottle of Diet Coke. I haven't gotten as bad as having to have a daily fix...or 5, however, I do enjoy a Diet Coke a couple times a week.Is there hope for me? Yes. There's hope for all Coke addicts. The first step of getting over the habit, is wanting to. And I don't think I want to.

So, Dad, it's taken some time, but I've come over to your side. You're right, the grass is greener.

7 comments:

Bill from Jersey said...

What happened to the PhotoShop hatchett job? I thought that was pretty amusing!

Laura Rose said...

Oh Hans.

I like your new pimped-out blog Anne. "It's like I always say"...nicely done.

anne said...

It's back just for you, Dad. haha

Lisa Holbrook said...

I like what you've done with your blog.

You are a+

Melissa said...

so my mom is an addict as well. we should start a support group.

also, i was shocked into smiling by your new digs. looks great, and i'm fascinated by the clock. how? why? i love it.

Melissa said...

now i've copycatted you.

MaWa said...

hey Anne - you know that forgetfullnes - could have something to do with this new addiction?????