Guzzling: Gallons or Glasses

 I have a confession to make. I have a serious problem. I am addicted to THE FIZZY STUFF. I think we all know what that is. A delicously prepared Thanksgiving dinner, made by Aunt Linda and my mom and Candice, can only be topped off with a glass or two (or more) of Martinnilli's sparkling cider. It's fancy soda. The first time I had this liquid heaven was when i was man enough to sit at the big kid table. Big kids present: Courtney, Nicholas, Jordan, Mason, Porter, Tanner, and Logan. I guess I became one of them that day. I have always been the biggest of the little or the littlest of the big. I was getting a tad bit frustrated with the younger ones because I don't really have their sense of humor. ( note that this is polite) Any way I was a little nervous, but once I had some sparkling cider, I felt relaxed. I must have drunk an entire bottle. I remember blowing into it after it was empty. I have also found someone else with this love, my great-grandpa Stumbagh. He drank two glasses, and topped off Candice's and Aunt Linda's, and still wanted more. This Christmas I hope to stock up on Martinnilli's. It may be my last chance to have an obsession. Soon, I may be forced into a dreadful thing hated by kids-maturity. Your cousin, son, brother, and nephew, Garrett Urmston