Sometimes I wish people were more like M&M’s. I mean, we already come in a variety of colors. I just want to know why we can’t all be filled with milk (or dark if that’s your preference) chocolate sweetness.
A hard candy shell may nice on the outside, but when our center is just as hard, there’s something wrong.
I went three months without an M&M. I was pretty proud of myself, but you know the saying, pride goes before the fall. I should have joined a twelve-step group for candy addicts, but now it’s too late.
My aunt, bless her heart (because I’ve been in the south for nearly three weeks and I’m beginning to pick up their sayings), plopped an entire bag of red, green, blue, yellow, and brown M&M’s right in front of me.
“Ahhhh! What are you doing? These little candy coated chocolates are my Kryptonite.”
Then I caved to peer pressure and the hundred little smiles in the bag. M&M’s smile at me. They really do. I only ate a handful though and it took every single ounce of willpower, determination, and good sense not to consume the whole bag. It would have been my pleasure.
I went to the M&M store and all I got was this stupid picture.
P.S. Please excuse my outfit. Those are my workout clothes. I packed in one bag and had to pick something to wear to the amusement park. This outfit won, for comforts sake.