I’m not a candy person. Or a chocolate person. When I hear people oohing and aahing over chocolate and ice cream and shit, I don’t get it. I mean, it tastes fine (usually) but it’s not. You know. It’s nothing special, to my tastes.
Still, every now and then I feel the gentle tug of candy. It’s not, you know, a need or anything; it’s not a must-have. Maybe I’m at Walgreens and I’m sort of hungry, but not hungry enough to merit a meal. I think, hey, they sell candy bars here. I haven’t had one of those in a while.
So I buy one, and then I promptly forget about it. This is the fate of all candy bars brought into my home. If it makes it to the door, it is forgotten.
There is an upside to this. Forgetting candy bars means that I find them a couple of days later. SURPRISE! You left a Mounds by the couch.
I like coconut. That’s a nice thing to find. It wouldn’t be here to find if I’d eaten it when I bought it.
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- remarried said: only as an adult have I liked chocolate or really sweet things. When I was a little girl I didn’t like sweets at all. go fig. finding a Mounds must be a wonderful surprise, though.
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