It all started when I was pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the stuff before that. But something happened while I was pregnant. I loved it more than I could describe. When we ran out, I cried (still do sometimes). When we had it, it was gone before it even got in the house.

The addiction continued after my pregnancy. I tried to quit it. But the addiction grew stronger. I go through at least 2 a week. It’s bad. I shouldn’t be having it this much. And it’s getting even worse. There is only one kind now that I will have. Don’t even try to pass off another in its place.

Wanna know what it is?

You sure?

Any guesses?

Are you hot?

Or are you cold?

What do you think?

Drum roll please!

It’s lemonade! Specifically Turkey Hill Lemonade.

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We are currently running low. So if you wouldn’t mind, bring me some and please stick it in the fridge!

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