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I feel withdrawls coming

Those of you that know me.
Well, really any of you that read this blog regularly know that I love an ice-cold coke in a can poured in a plastic or Styrofoam cup full of ice. I don't like the whole can poured in the cup, if you do that it just gets watery. So, I pour in enough coke that it doesn't get watery before I am able to drink it.

I know the exact amount and I think this out thoroughly.
As much as I love a coke when I get out of the shower I don't pour the coke in the cup until I'm out of the shower because it will get watery. I don't drink a coke when I am folding the clothes because I can't drink the coke in the cup before it gets watery while I am folding 3 load of clothes a day. 3 LOADS OF CLOTHES A DAY!!!! That could be a whole other post!

Anyway, back to the withdrawal. Our icemaker is broken. We have 2 refrigerators. One is ours and one came with the house, and the church asked that we also use it. The icemaker in our frig broke a few years ago so we have been so blessed to have an icemaker in the church's frig. Well, now we have gone and broken it. I would like to blame my oldest son, but Stephen won't let me.
So today, besides teaching my children the 3 R's, doing laundry, and watching tv. I have to transfer all the food in the church's frig and freezer to our frig. UGH! I'm not a fan of physical labor. I'm hoping I can make it a game for the kids.
And I'm going to have to do it without a can coke in a plastic cup filled with ice from my icemaker. I know, I know. I hear you, use ice trays, go to Sonic, get ice from church...
But I like my cokes the way I like my cokes. And today I will be deprived of that. And maybe more than just today.
Oh! That is a thought that I cannot deal with. I would rather think of 3 LOADS OF LAUNDRY!

Comments

hsmomma said…
You are too funny!

Wow--just three loads a day??? What is your secret??/ :)
Trish said…
I feel your pain! I am addicted to my Diet Mountain Dew, almost exactly like you are your Coke. Good Luck!
Sisters said…
This is so sad. You need rehab, honey.
AJL
Anonymous said…
I feel your pain. I am the same way. I love my ice makers crushed ice. I have to fill my cup up with the ice and pour just the right amount or coke in the cup. I then drink the coke through a straw. My husband has learned not to throw away a styofoam cup.

Claudia

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