One of my goals for the week is to do a 2007 Movies Year In Review. This is not that post.
Attempt #4: Perfection times two.I carried the holla day cheer 2,000 miles east to Philadelphia, where I spent eight days wearing my sweat pants and eating Buckeyes. My first morning there started with a breakfast of Diet Pepsi Max and a Tastykake Tasty Klair Pie, aka, sweet nectar from heaven.
Which pretty much brings us to New Years Eve. I partied like a rockstar. Ok, not really. But Elizabeth and I decided to kick off the celebration with our traditional picture:
Followed by a cream-puff-stuffing contest.
Followed by traditional midnight festivities...
And I said goodbye to a dear, dear old friend. Diet Pepsi Max (and all other sodas), R.I.P. You will be missed.
I'm determined to win the bet of quitting soda cold turkey. For every day my co-worker Dean and I go without soda, a dollar accumulates into a pot. Whoever buckles first pays the other person.
Days clean: 2
Ounces of water drank today: 96
Happy Bone Juniors: zero.