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Several weeks ago, Tate came home and told me that he’d seen the most disgusting thing ever that day.

“Oh my God!  What did you see?”

“Someone had put PEANUTS in their COKE and they were….drinking it!!!,” he said with his face twisted in disgust.  “It was all chunky and nasty looking.”

Apparently he’d never heard of someone putting peanuts in their coke.  Although I’ve never actually done it myself, I have actually heard of it.  I remember my parents talking about getting bottles of coke and a package of peanuts out of vending machines as teenagers and how it was a “cool” thing to do.

Anyway, since most of our arguments are solved via the Internet, he said (all sassified like), “Why don’t you just blog about it…”

“Um?  YOU, little man, are NOT the boss of me.  I’m not blogging about it unless I WANT to blog about.  I’m my own woman.”

“No.  Blog about it right NOW.  I’m SO winning this battle.”

I guffawed very loudly.  Nobody tells me what to blog.  No. Bod. Y.

So it’s been at least three weeks, and I am finally ready to blog it.  And most certainly NOT because Tate wanted me to, but because my curiosity has been sufficiently brewed and has now piqued.

Have you heard of coke and peanuts?  Have you tried it?