Irony was beside me yesterday. For one who doesn't drink pop, I sure got the worst of it:
When I went into Omaha, I brought Christi's basket back to her that she left at The 436. We both forgot it sitting on the back of my Firebird hatch during the 99 degree day. Little to say, I had 2 full Coke cans explode in the back of my car. One actually shot into the back seat, and I had pop all the way up on my dashboard. It was just too bad that we both forgot to get it out of my car. Then Christi, Donna and I cleaned it out, and it probably looks better than before since I hadn't cleaned out the inside in a while...

Wasn't sure if this was an omen or not. The other week I said that I would drink pop for the first time in 3 years when Christi and I tour the Coke factory in Atlanta. Now I'll have to sit back and evaluate my options...