no sense crying over spilled Coke, yeah try telling that to a one year old cokehead

So I am sitting here on the couch, next to my hazel-eyed beauty, as oppossed to my blue-eyed cutey, and I am getting my upper left arm sprayed with Coca Cola. WAIT. Hold on. Change that to my whole left thigh is soaking as we speak. Another day, another spill.