Week 8 without Mt. Dew
Although I can safely attest that I have not had ANY Mt Dew, I have to confess that I’ve had caffeine 3 times since this miserable little experiment began:
1. When camping this past weekend, I brought along plenty of my own non-caffeinated beverages, because someone else was providing regular pop and water and beer. I had 2 cans on Saturday. On Sunday, I discovered ALL of my pop was gone, as was the water. The only thing left was Coke and beer (which I don’t drink – yeah, I know). So I split a few Cokes with Jason. It tasted funny.
2. Last night at my Grandpa’s I tried that new Black Mt. Dew stuff that tastes vaguely grape-like. Ick.
3. The day after camping, I got home from running errands expecting to have a few hours to myself while Jason worked late. The apartment was hot and muggy, and I had to do laundry, which meant hauling a huge basket up and down 3 floors. To cool off first, I stripped down to my unmentionables and cranked up the air. I started putzing around, feeding the fish, going through the mail, etc. All of a sudden, the desire to have a Coke became unbearable. I could *not* ignore it. I tried to resist, but when I opened the fridge, the Coke can all but shoved the Sierra Mist out of its way, while the generic Root Beer and Orange cowered in the corner. Just as I cracked the Coke open, I heard a key in the door. Three thoughts simultaneously raced through my head:
- AHHHHHH!
- I’m naked!
- Where do I hide this pop?!
So Jason was home, and quite obviously wondered why I was mostly naked. We had a conversation that I can’t even remember, mainly because I was using all of my Jedi-mind powers to will him not to look behind the table leg of the dinner table, where I had so cleverly hidden the Coke can.
As he vented about work, blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda, my mind was furiously trying to figure out how to get rid of this pop can that I hadn’t even had the pleasure of drinking. And oh yeah, I’m still not fully dressed. I finally got him to check on the availability of the washers and quickly hid the can behind my dresser.
Later that night, as he took out the garbage, I emptied the can and disposed of it in the laundry room garbage. Crisis averted. I am a genius.
A genius who wants a freaking Mt. Dew.
