My Liquid Best Friend

My best friends have changed throughout my life.  When I was a toddler, my best friends were two boys, Bobby and David.  In elementary school, by best friend was Laney, then Heather, then Karen.  In middle school, I was a bit lost and had a revolving door of best friends.  In high school I hung out in a group.  It wasn't until college that I found my best friend.  One that has stuck with me through the good times and the bad.  One that could make me smile with just a touch.

My best friend is Diet Coke.

Yes, I know.  It's a drink.  It has no feelings.  In fact, it really doesn't have much good about it.  But it makes me happy and that's a lot.   If I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, I know that I can open the fridge and see a sexy, smiling 12oz bottle standing there just for me.  When my kids are arguing, I know I can sip sweet carmel goodness and quiet the cacophony of children in the background.  At night when I'm in bed scouring the Internet for someplace to escape, a decaf Diet Coke sits up on bedside table and helps me on my journey.

Am I the only one who feels this way?  I wonder, because I know it sounds pathetic.