I took this picture to commemorate a big moment for me. There’s not a whole lot going on (besides the can of air I’m addicted to and my Mamma Mia post-it notes that are multi-tasking as a coaster) other than the rather large beverage residing on my desk.
It’s been a looooonnnng time since I had a Dr Pepper. Forty days and forty nights to be exact. I thought it would be the perfect accompaniment to my lunch of fattening tacos. I just couldn’t wait to suck down the first gloriousness of its 23 flavors. I almost called my co-workers in to witness the blessed event. I’ve been coveting their carbonated beverages for weeks now, and I’m sure they are ready for me to get back to the land of spunkiness instead of the “lack of caffeine” induced haze that’s been known to force me to lay my head down on my desk around 3:00 in the afternoon.
I decided to taste the Dr Pepper goodness after a few bites of my taco. My hands were practically trembling with anticipation. The straw was so inviting! Here it comes…
And it turned out to be Mr. Pibb.
Seriously? This is so my life.
At least there’s the opportunity to win $25 with Taco Bell’s “Blast for Cash” promotion. You know how I’m a fan of the silver lining.