i am not too proud to admit that consuming massive amounts of diet dr pepper is a little white trash. but i've decided that i have a sickness which is incurable AND untreatable--i've accepted and moved on.
what stops me short, though, is the REFILL MUG.
i might be a little biased and i certainly know that there are many high-class, white-collar, $$$ making upstanding citizens who use a mug. but mostly i'd say the mug crowd tends to lean towards the large woman wearing cut-off sweatpants, a really bad perm, and a "G AND R" bumper sticker on her vehicle.
she will generally have a few children in tow, a few left out in the car, a really loud voice, and a penchant for fried foods and gas-station nachos. (oh, wait--that last one is ME.)
she may or may not have night ranger/styx/eminem/pussycat dolls/nickelback playing on the car stereo (oh wait--that last one is ME, too. yikes!) and could possibly have filled the toddler's bottle with coke from the fountain. ( i plead the 5th on that one.)
what is NEVER a variable, though, is the mug. it's almost always a constant. many times it has to be washed out in the nasty little sink next to the burritos and then sniffed for approval.
so when my darling husband brought home a couple of mugs to aid in our soda consumption, i will admit that i said not only no, but HELL NO.
he won , however, by stating that it was cheaper to refill the mugs, he wouldn't make me go in and do it, i could lay down on the car seat while he was filling them so that people wouldn't see me, yada yada yada.
so the other day when i was taking the kids to the pool for the afternoon i faced a moral dilemma: take the refill mugs, face my demons and fill them, thus providing a drink that wouldn't immediately melt in the 100 degree heat OR allow my pride to rule, leave the mugs on the floor of the car where they belong and kick it old school with the paper cups and watered-down ddp within the hour.
i refilled the mugs. and a part of me died that day.
guess who needs therapy? (DON'T answer that question.)