Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:
I’m not exactly sure what it is with me lately, but I’m in more of a confessional mood than ever before. I know what you’re probably thinking, “If my wife gets any more honest, our life is going to end up as a cover story in US Weekly.”
Oh, I like the sound of wife…
Ooops, where was I? Oh, yes, my confessional mood. Remember last week when I disclosed my addiction to a certain cake and cupcake topping? Well, there’s more to the story, Sweetpea. Not that story exactly, but another story. Well, OK, I suppose I’ll come right out and say it.
My name is Melissa, and I am a soda pop addict.
Wow, that phrase really does make you feel better, doesn’t it? It’s true. I have a weakness when it comes to all sodas. Root beer, of course, is my favorite, but I can juggle pop (and that’s what we call it in the Midwest…) like some women juggle men. Not literally, of course, but when it comes to that sugary stuffy (the pop, not the men…), let’s just say I’ve never been one to discriminate.
Coke. Pepsi. Sprite. Sierra Mist. Mountain Dew. Grape.
My only rule: Why drink diet when you can savor the flavor of the real thing?
And maybe this is just a weird quirk of mine, but I have this habit of taking photos of me showing off my soda can…and no, that is not a euphemism, Sweetpea. I mean this in the most literal sense. It’s like I’m showing off my badness of drinking diet-free pop or something. And apparently, the same is true with awesomely good juice boxes too!
Do you find that odd? Cute? Charming? None of the above? Well, don’t worry because we’ll have a lifetime to discuss it. And speaking of pop, can I request that you make me a Barq’s root beer float on our anniversary every year? How awesome would that be? I know. Completely romantic. Until we meet… xoxo
P.S. Oh, and to the lovely folks at Barq’s – call me! You see, I’ve got bite too, and I’m available for your spokesperson needs!