As I’ve written before…I’m a mommy of many and the wife of none; making pretty in a world ugly. I pretend to be an academic and spend an embarrassing amount of time reading stuff that probably doesn’t matter and debating issues only a few random people (ie those in my cohort) would ever care to even think about. My life consists of routines filled with smiles, chaos, tantrums and giggles. Sometimes (ok…more than sometimes) I feel like burying my head in the sand while the storms passe overhead and other times I feel like burying my head in the sand so the chaos of life has a nice look at my ass…knowing that is exactly what I think of it. All in all…I’m everyone and no one, somebody and nobody….all wrapped up and stored in a cookie-cutter house in the suburbs of California
My secret to life? I steal candy from babies…justifying it with messages of health for the kids and sugar rushes for me. Don’t judge…you do it, too.
I actually STOLE Laffy Taffy -green apple- off a table at Laser Tag. That kid shouldn’t have left it unattended. I’m the stranger that steals candy from kids rather than offers candy to kids for nefarious purposes.
And that, my dear friend, is why we have connected. Nothing wrong with snacking on a little stolen candy here and there. Gotta keep the candy jar full some how!!!