Why I'm fun to live with — or — Why I shouldn't have candy before bed

After Margaret was in bed last night, I asked Bill if we had any goodies for dessert. "Coco Puffs," he remembered and then padded into the kitchen to make himself a bowl. My reply was to make my patented squeezed up face of "me no likey" and sigh.

Now, don't get me wrong. I like chocolate and I like sugar cereals (I don't like my kid eating sugar cereals for breakfast but Bill sneaks boxes into the house on occasion), but I've never been a fan of the chocolate cereal.

Mostly it's because I'm grossed out by the faux-chocolate milk that the cereal produces. It's warmish and grayish and speckled with cereal bits and ... well, it just ain't right. So I passed on the whole idea of dessert.

Later as we were getting ready for bed, I was looking for something in my bag and I discovered a bag of M&M's. Oh yeah baby!

It was 10:30 and Bill was already in bed with the covers pulled up to his chin. I danced into the bedroom humming my "I've got candy" song when Bill said, "You're not going to eat those now, are you?"

"Uh, yeah," I sang out a bit too excitedly.

Since Bill mumbled some warning about having already brushed my teeth and the dangers eating a bag of candy before bed, he needed to be punished for trying to squash my sugared enthusiasm. So I decorated his face with M&M's.




After eating the candy, I got a sugar rush. Sean came home from work and had a cold. I raced around the house gathering cold remedies and instructing him on how to use them ("drink this" "shove this up your nose" "go to bed" — I'm really helpful) with the enthusiasm of June Cleaver on speed.

Then I climbed back into bed, tortured Bill with my sugar-fueled inanities and then crashed.

Mmm, sugar.

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I'm crafty and anal retentive and freakishly obsessed with homemade cards and ... lots of other things, but go here to read about Saturday's crafty streak.