When's the last time you heard this sentence spoken:
"Please,... don't buy any more candy!"?
"Please,... don't buy any more candy!"?
My mother informed me that she has, again, asked this of my father. This made me laugh out loud.
I mean c'mon. "No More Candy!"? No one says that!
People love candy! Especially my dad. Actually, he loves all things edible, but still.
I will allow that he buys it at every opportunity:
- When he "runs to Walmart".
- At the gas station.
- Goin' to see the grandkids? Let's pick up some "treats".
- On a roadtrip.
- During ANY holiday (and it's half-off the day after the holiday you know).
- Anytime you happen to be in the car going somewhere that might have candy.
Shoot. He even buys the candy at the Mexican restaurants by the cash register. Mmmmmm.
Okay. So he buys too much candy. But I'm not askin' him to stop. (I NEVER get to eat that Mexican candy, unless I'm with him, and I really like it.)
Used to, when I was in highschool/college, Kat and I would always get gas station candy for any road trip. Typical fare was gummy bears, bit-o-honey (still a fav of mine), sugar daddys, sugary bubble gum, and, for some reason, pistacios. (though I hated the pink stain on my fingers, I loved the sugar/salt combo)
I miss that. When I see Kat now, which isn't often enough, we still pick up the candy to enjoy with the kiddos.
But it's bad for us, so I don't buy it any other time. And I want it to be "a treat" for every now and then.
Like when we visit my mom and dad.
