This morning there was approximately 3 ounces of orange juice remaining in the only juice carton left in the entire house. I went down the stairs groggily, turning the corner, i spotted the oh-so-coveted carton, sporting the ever enticing
Some Pulp label. How could i resist? My animal instincts took over. As i reached forward for the juice, Kitty let out an alarmed cry, she thundered, "Whatever you're about to take, there better be six other servings of it". My insides knotted around one another as i poured the approximate 1/2 ounce of the citrus beverage. Without contemplating the divinity of the juice, i gulped it down in one swig of pure joy. To make matters worse, everyone in the family decided they didn't even really want the juice, so they all gave their portions away- to Julianna. I watched as her delicate fingers grasped the orange plastic, turning it clockwise all-to-swiftly. She gave me a smirk of pure hatred as she lifted the carton to her lips, closed her eyes, and basked in the lush orange beverage. i stared with more want in my eyes than i ever before experienced, only to see her set down the box, look me straight in the eyes, and say "I hate pulp."
