Anyone who has known me at anytime across my life would probably remember one unfortunate stand out quality.
I love candy. And I really don't discriminate. I will devour most things with sugar as the first ingredient swiftly and with aggression.
It's probably more like an addiction. Once when I was like 6 years old, I ate my Halloween candy until I threw up. Then my mom put it on top of the fridge to keep it away for me. In the middle of the night she found me like a cat on the counter top scaling the side of the fridge to get it down. Liiiike I said, I have a problem.
Because I am self-aware, I generally don't buy candy as a rule. Somehow, though, candy finds me. One avenue has been my brother in law. He is basically Willy Wonka because of his candy-filled profession and once he gifted me 26 lbs. of it at one time. Needless to say, I ate most of it.
And as you may have well guessed, the candy apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
I have created a tiny monster.
Anywho. There you have it. (Don't worry. I saved her life immediately after this was snapped.)
Hope you have a fabulous sugar-filled weekend!
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