Of all adolescent eating habits, I enjoy having a soda for breakfast most. On Saturday morning I popped open a Hansen's soda slightly before ten and settled with my laptop on the couch. My main squeeze, upon entering the living room, gave me a look to communicate his disapproval.
I held up my soda in defence and announced obtusely "Soda for breakfast."
My main squeeze, always more agile with the rejoiners in the morning than I, replied, "And diabetes for dinner."
And yet I still maintain that there is something awfully refreshing about drinking something cold, carbonated and distinctly sugary from an aluminum can before you are fully awake. But then I think a can of spray cheese and a Edwardian novel is the perfect evening.
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