No, I'm not stupid enough to poach on Norbizness' preserve, any more than I'd have tried to get my 67 MPH fastball past Ted Williams. Just relaying a domestic conversation with my Poor Wife over this morning's paper:
PW: Jesus, Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper! What's next?
DR: You didn't let me finish. Chipotle Chicken Caesar.
DR: Think it comes in Diet?