Okay, okay, I'm really not a purist, after all; I lied. My brother gets frustrated with me when I spout the virtues, or lack thereof, of certain foods. He once told me that he dreads the day I give up air, 'cause then I'll be ".... telling everyone to stop breathing!" Ha, ha. So, in my one concession to junk food (actually, junk drink), I get my one dose of aspartame per day. Just can't quit my can of Fresca. I think it's the color that I find so alluring; reminds me of the deep blue sea. Is there a patch to help me quit?
So there... are you happy, Ron? XOXO
