Also known as, I’m addicted to you
I’m a weak man… I admit it. I yield to this one temptation. It’s terrible. I know I should stop.. and I can stop!
[ Really! I can! ]
But I don’t want too, but if I did, I could… I could stop… I can do it… I rea… [ Oh what am I saying?! I can't stop! ]
Fine, I admit it. I have an addiction too… too… Sour Patch Kids
I walked into Walmart and there it was. in it’s 30.4oz bag of glory. I placed it in my cart and quietly walked to the cashier. I acted all nonchalant. “So… yeah… I have this big thing happening. You know, a bunch of kids. It’s going to be awful”. [ phew... I think he bought it. ]
And then for the next 2 hours it sat on the table and I stared at it. It taunted me, they called for me… They mocked me until I got rid of them the only way I knew how. The bag got lonely fast…
So what, if my mouth feels like sandpaper and is sore from all that soury goodness. It was worth it!
And best of all!!! I got a stomach ache, [ Oh, I'm sure the vengeance was sweet ].
Oh, the achy tummy…
[ I can't believe what's on your mind ]
I’m kind of tired.
But it’s a late night, and I can feel you shaking. Your almost about to cry. It’s something that I want to fix. I want to hold you, protect you and make you safe. I want us to become bigger, greater than anything we could possibly dream of. To learn what life and marriage really is supposed to be about.
I struggle with the idea when people get upset at a woman, for wearing her emotions on her sleeve. This is an amazing gift and is one that should never leave. It’s what makes kids call out to their mom’s during sporting events. It’s what makes a loving husband weep when he is lost without her. When he struggles with her absence from this life. It’s what makes you just hold her compassionately so that you can remind her how much she is loved. It’s what makes that slow dance in the kitchen that much better. You can feel her yearning to want to love you.
[ Editors Note: ] Due to the author’s incoherent style of this post, we have issued this warning: We do not condone high consumptions of the sweet, sweet soury goodness of Sour Patch Kids when writing for A Culminating Life.
That is all. -The Editor
Next time don’t eat so many sour patch kids, i hear they Tonga their way into mouths. share next time
Share? What’s that? Is that where I have to givv… waaaaait a minute!
NO!
I don’t share.
OOh now that had a sweet ending… I’m afraid though that I’m one who gets upset at my own emotions. It’s not easy being a woman sometimes (We get a little cRaZy!).
…but I’m just not understanding how we got from Sour Patch Kids (which rock btw) to this…
IntrigueMe´s last blog ..Sweet Nothings
Me too. Me.. too. It happened. I think the sour patch kids had an affect on me. But I can neither confirm nor deny that. And if asked about it. I didn’t eat anything.. and nobody CAN prove it!
Never really liked sour patch kids or any of the gummy things. (bears, worms, etc…) Now, if you stick a gummy worm in my dirt pudding (tell me you know what dirt pudding is!) then it might be a casualty of the feeding frenzy, but I wouldn’t seek it out.
Mmmmmm the crunchy oreo goodness on a pile of soft chocolaty pudding.
The gummy worms would get in the way of that awesomeness!
I love Swedish Fish, but only the little ones, the big ones taste different.
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Oh mmmmyyyy…. I used to buy the small Swedish Fish by the box. the big ones do taste different and they seem to dry out.