Random Drinks, What Are You Drinking?

Not even a little bit. xD It sounds like a cold to me! When I was little my parents would give me tea with lemon juice and honey in it when I was sick. It was their version of a hot toddy. But tea and honey is so good though!

Water today because too much beer yesterday.

I'm drinking water because I realize I haven't drank much lately, and I don't want another kidney stone.

I've been on "Banana Island" for the past 3 days. Been drinking lots of 12+ banana smoothies. Will be there for 4 more days, so that's what I'll be drinking til then! :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WulpkPo1rd0

Scotch and too much.

damn son what kind

This is horrible.

When I used to work for a gas station, we couldn't keep enough of this crap in, "people" love it...

I was doing grocery shopping today, and I saw a display of them. I'm always looking for a good sweet tea since they don't carry Red Diamond here.

(Arizona is good, but not enough for me to drink it regularly.)

I don't drink tea...

you joke but that stuff is always in my fridge lol

He always brought home milk on Friday.

After a long hard week full of days he would burst through the door, his fatigue hidden behind a smile. There was an icy jug of Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz in his right hand. With his left hand he would grip my waist - I was always cooking dinner - and press the cold frostiness of the jug against my arm as he kissed my cheek. I would jump, mostly to gratify him after a time, and smile lovingly at him. He was a good man, a wonderful husband who always brought the milk on Friday, Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz.

Then there was that Friday, the terrible Friday that would ruin every Friday for the rest of my life. The door opened, but there was no bouyant greeting - no cold jug against the back of my arm. There was no Tuscan Whole Milk in his right hand, nor his left. There came no kiss. I watched as he sat down in a kitchen chair to remove his shoes. He wore no fatigue, but also no smile. I didn't speak, but turned back to the beans I had been stirring. I stirred until most of their little shrivelled skins floated to the surface of the cloudy water. Something was wrong, but it was vague wrongness that no amount of hard thought could give shape to.

Over dinner that night I casually inserted,"What happened to the milk?"

"Oh,"he smiled sheepishly, glancing aside,"I guess I forgot today."

That was when I knew. He was tired of this life with me, tired of bringing home the Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz. He was probably shoveling funds into a secret bank account, looking at apartments in town, casting furtive glances at cashiers and secretaries and waitresses. That's when I knew it was over. Some time later he moved in with a cashier from the Food Mart down the street. And me? Well, I've gone soy.

I like Arizona, tall-boy can for 99 cents? Yeah. Red Diamond is good too.

EDIT: If you ever find yourself in Texas or near Texas, look and see if you can find a Chicken Express, good chicken, great tea. They sell it in 1 gal jugs.

I drink a lot of tea due to soda causing me kidney issues (though I still drink the occasional soda). I'm also trying to lose a bit of weight. ._.;