With my mom, it'll be diet Pepsi and a raw hot dog.My family were Coke drinkers. When I got my license, it seems like every time I went out my dad would ask me to pick up a candy bar and Coke for him. It bugged the tar out of me as a youth, but turned out to be a fond memory of my father. To this day, I leave a Coke and a candy bar on his grave when I visit.
She'll get up in the middle of the night, grab a raw hot dog, chow down and go back to bed.