Today has been the day of beverage vices, apparently. Ponzi just got back from a short shopping trip (where she no doubt doubled her shoe collection). On her way home, she stopped by a Jamba Juice for a mid-evening snack. The store was getting ready to close, but she “squeezed” in an order for the two of us. I'm sitting next to a bladder-busting Protein Berry Pizazz right now. The drink is extremely fruity, relatively cold, and the cup is telling me that my body is a temple. Is that why I only worship it on Sundays, and forget about treating it properly every other day of the week? That's a lie – I never worship my body. What is it with drink cups these days? Why do companies now feel the need to impart wisdom as we sip our way to another belt loop? How's this for a bit o' wisdom for their next round of printing: “Stop ordering the extra large drinks, you fool.” That's not going to stop us, though.