I'M HAPPY AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Teresa called me at work a minute ago. I was convinced it was to remind me about buying the TV-guide... but it was something ENTIRELY different. Apparently she was at the store herself.
*- "How many cans do you want?"* *- "Cans of what?"* *(Since the baby is about to pop out very soon, I thought she meant stuff for the time I would be home alone while she was at the hospital.)* *- "Of WHAT?"* (I was thinking youghurt, snus, soup, etc.) - *"How many cans of.... ROOT BEER?"* ** Many here know about my relation to Root Beer by now. I have longed for it since Sowbug 2006... I have a little bottle of Root Beer candy standing among my "collection flies" on my tying bench... I even made the earrings for the Party Girl of a material that had the color Root Beer (JUST because of the color). I totally lost ability to speak. Could it be true, or was it just a joke of the extremely mean kind? But it was true. American Root Beer too, she said... I think she said 'White Rock'. (I was so happy that my eyes got a little wet... not joking.) She's going to buy me a couple of packs, plus a single can that she will deliver to me at work on her way home in about 1.5 hours. These 90 minutes will be the longest 90 minutes I've ever experienced... I gaa-ron-tee. /Redneck Nick
