I have a confession. And I know it's going to throw the world into chaos. Black will be white, up will be down, blue will become a flavor. Brace yourself.
Here it is. I'm just going to say it.
I don't actually like Slurpees anymore.
I know, I know, it's a big concept to try and grasp all at once. Take a few deep breaths.
I suppose the Universe was trying to tell me something when it threw my digestive system into complete and utter higgledy-piggledy, earlier this year. I cut a lot of things out of my diet, including pop and Slurpees.
I've had fewer Slurpees this past summer than I have had during some of our coldest winters. And I started buying small Slurpees. But it was never the same; the love never came back. They are too sweet or... something. I can't quite put my finger on it. I just don't care for them anymore.
I knew they weren't GOOD for me. Heck, I even knew they were rather BAD for me. And now that I have a kid, I knew that it was a habit I had to break because I didn't want my 'little monkey' seeing and doing every bad habit that lead me to complete digestive meltdown.
Sorry 7-11. You must be feeling the pinch.
Goodbye, my dear, too-sweet friend, and thanks for all the memories.
PS: Blue will forever be a color, not a flavor.