Just wondering if any of you celebrated the holiday yesterday.
No, not Pearl Harbor Day.
That's a sad day to commemorate, not celebrate.
I'm talking about
National Pop Day.
Don't know what I'm talking about?
I guess those of you not from our crazy family
need to be educated.
It's the day where you buy
This year I also bought vanilla ice cream just to make it
even more sugary deliciousness.
You might be sneering at my choice of beverages.
If I were you reading my blog,
I'd be sneering, too.
Pop isn't good for you.
Pop is expensive.
(That's why I bought the generic brand.)
Pop has no food value.
That's why we celebrate.
Maybe you're like me in this way,
you're concerned about your kids' health and nutrition,
but you have a hubby,
a dear, loving, thoughtful, wonderful hubby,
but a hubby, nonetheless, who would be able to feed the kids
Twinkies for breakfast without any remorse.
Not even a sniggle of remorse.
Not a worry about their blood sugar,
or the terrors of food dyes on the human body.
I'd stopped buying pop and other such stuff and nonsense
for the kids, aiming to build a healthier, happier family.
Then Daddy went grocery shopping,
but didn't really buy groceries.
It was one of his glorious
"I can buy anything I want 'cuz my mom ain't here"
He brought home a lot of pop and taboo snacks,
knowing he would thrill the kids with the variety he'd chosen.
Momma Mindy wasn't too happy.
Momma Mindy grilled Poppa on why he would buy such
poisonous things for their beloved children.
Poppa can think quickly on his feet,
especially when under estrogen attack.
"It's National Pop Day,
didn't you know?"
Then he elaborated some hilarious tale about the
birth of the great holiday and
how we needed to celebrate each year.
Later, when discussing this situation when the kids weren't around,
we tried to figure out how blissfully unite my
quest for health and his quest for snacks in marriage.
We came to the conclusion that both can happily
live in the same house together.
In fact, it provides the check and balance for the home.
If we ate only what I'd read was good for you,
life would end up a little boring.
If we ate only what Daddy bought,
we'd be fat and diabetic, with arteries that needed to be roto-rootered.
Besides, the more you deny, the more they crave.
It's that Romans 7 thing flaring up in their flesh.
It can create more desire.
Moderation is good.
So, during the majority of the year,
I don't buy pop for the kids.
National Pop Day,
we all raise a toast,
and our dear Poppa,
inventor of National Pop Day.