Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Diet Mt. Dew

Here's a fun story for you of how Diet Mt. Dew brought Tyler and I together. We officially "met" at a young adult conference here in Huntsville. We were introduced at the dance on Friday night, we both went with the group going to Waffle House afterward because the other one was going. I got there late and ended up sitting at the end of the table with my knee pressed against Tyler's. I was twitterpated shortly thereafter. Moving on.
We had shown up for the classes Saturday morning and kind of gravitated toward each other, but we didn't really know each other too well yet and therefor didn't want to assume anything. When we broke for lunch, my friends and I got there first and Tyler was a few people behind us in line. We went through and I got some Diet Mt. Dew (note: this is slightly unusual at an LDS function. I was grateful.). We were sitting down by the time Tyler went through the line, and like I said, we were still getting to know each other. So, Tyler said he was going to just bring the 2-liter bottle of Diet Mt. Dew to his seat (I'm not sure how it was possible for this conversation to be casual, but trust me, it was), and I said that he was only allowed to do that if he came and sat by me.
That's right, friends. I was a brazen hussy. But Diet Mt. Dew provided the means, and I tell you all this story to illustrate just how fundamental Diet Mt. Dew is to our relationship and to justify the following picture.


He comes by it honestly. Mom and Dad (Me! and Tyler! How are WE Mom and Dad?) drink these ALL THE TIME. They must be good. (The can is empty. We're not total loons.)

4 comments:

Tyler said...

I just want to point out for the record that, while the story is mostly correct, the reference to Kelli being a "brazen hussy" is a little strong.

Cabra Clan said...

Great story! Great picture! Hussy, ha!

Leserlee said...

This reminds me of a picture of Abigail with a 2-liter bottle of Root Beer (empty, of course) in her mouth.

Indecisive said...

I assumed it was empty; if not, that's one strong kid you have there.

I don't think a line like that qualifies you as a brazen hussy, but if you want to think so, I support that.