A LITTLE NONSENSE NOW AND THEN IS RELISHED BY THE WISEST MEN

I can admit that I have an addiction.  I can't seem to go a day without a soda.  Or two.  It's my happy juice, and I'm ok with that because my bowels are regular now.  Water has it's place, too.  I won't tell you what that place is, because even though I've come a long way in that department, some of you would still be shocked.  And yey for you.

Soda is not cheap.  Cheaper than beer or therapy though, so we're still justified, but we only buy it when it's on sale.  So tonight I stumbled upon a 4/$13 sale at Walgreens, but they seemed to have something against Diet Mt. Dew.  So do I, as a matter of fact, so I understood, but if I don't keep my man in twelve packs he goes to the convenience store that sits a stone's throw from his office and buys the more expensive liter bottles of the stuff.  Therefore, I decided we needed to try another Walgreens.  The next one we hit did in fact have the twelve packs of Diet Mt. Dew, so I loaded four of them into my cart.  At the checkout stand I noticed a display of Wonka Bars.  Chocolate Waterfall bars, to be exact.  They were wrapped in the most fantastical shiny wrappers, and even teased that each bar held the possibility of containing the coveted Golden Ticket.  

Well, how could I not, right?  I added a Wonka Bar to my cart.

Back in the car, I gave the bar to Cameron and Ethan and told them that it was a Wonka Bar and that they needed to open it together to see if they would become the bearers of one of the most magical items in the history of the world.  If you could have seen their faces you would remember for yourself the joy of being a child - when possibility is huge and it makes your stomach flip.

We did not get a Golden Ticket, but that was some darn good chocolate.  We each broke a piece off and shared it - just like Charlie did with Grandpa Joe.  

We decided to hit up one more Walgreens to utilize the register coupon we had gotten from our Mt. Dew purchase and get another four twelve packs for ten dollars this time.  At the end of that purchase, the register spit out another three dollar off coupon, and I told Andrew that we'd have to come back tomorrow and use it before we forgot about it.  We considered stocking up on even more soda, (or liquid death if you will), but the sound of giggling in the backseat made me think, "What would Charlie do?"

I think we'll be enjoying some free Wonka Bars tomorrow.