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Day 100 (266) – White Chocolate

Easter was this past weekend and that can only mean one thing – I got candy.  (Oh, and I suppose it also means the McChristians went to church.)  But more importantly – I got candy.  You see, just as Christmas is about getting presents (and something happened with Jesus), Easter is about getting candy (and … something happened with Jesus).  Which is great because the other holiday about candy is 6 months away!

And ever since I met Nate, I’ve been addicted to the stuff (that bastard – always having Skittles and Now & Laters on the bus).  I’d venture to say that I have some form of candy nearly every day.  Chocolate is the most popular as of right now, which I’m not sure if that’s because I really like the taste, or because I’m hoping that if I eat enough of it, people will start calling me “White Chocolate.”

I think the other reason why I like candy so much is because my mom used to make these “gifts” for people’s birthdays where she would tell a story using different types of candies – and that was when I started to love puns (and candy).  Here’s an example of such a story:

I was out one night with my Baby, Ruth, and as we stared up at the stars at the Milky Way, she started to Snicker.  I asked her what was so funny, and she replied “Nothing really, I was just laughing for no Riesen.”  I said, “Come on, Snickerdoodle,  surely there was something you were all Laffy Taffy about.  I’ll pay you a 100 Grand if you tell me.”  “You know you have Zero dollars in your wallet, you’re such a Twix-ster?”  “I know, but Friday is PayDay.  And if you want, I’ll take you to go get a Whatchamacallit.” “You mean a Whopper?” she said, “You’re such a Life Saver.  Though you know if we go to Burger King, I’ll have to do like 1,000 Crunches.”  “Oh honey, you know I love your (Tootsie) Rolls, they really make your Milk Duds bigger.”

(Wow, that really went downhill there at the end.)