So I asked for some candy for Christmas. No other reason than because I dig on some candy. I was specific (b/c there's nothing worse than unwanted candy; it's like spitting in the Candy God's eye), and I got more than I had bargained for.
In an earlier post I said something about '14 pounds' of candy, which was a total guess. But not a bad one. Since I was flying back to DC, I had to make sure my checked bag didn't weigh too much now that I had my christmas loot. So, after I weighed out the bags, I weighed my candy separately.
Holy shit.
I had 10 pounds of candy. Seriously.
Pick up a 10-pound weight. Or two 5-pound bags of sugar, which is basically what I had, just with some food coloring and awesome gumminess added.
I'm pretty sure that when I get diabetes next year, this will be a significant cause. And as we've seen in the past, I have to be careful with ingesting too much of anything that might upset the old innards. To prove that I'm not getting any smarter, I started off this week's intestinal olympics by eating Indian food last night, and chasing it with a bag of gummy life savers.
Pretty safe to say that I'll be throwing up soon. It's just a matter of when. And i don't even care. Candy rules.
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Good luke with the innards, pal. I see a kneeling before the porcelein god in your future.
There's no better way to say I love you during the holidays than with the gift of diabetes.
p.s. it wasn't just from Paul. The Moseleys contributed 4 bags as well...Enjoy!
duly noted. my bad.
You got some Pocky too, right? THe Japanese candy stick things? I had them for you...hope Santa put them in your stocking...
Pocky are clearly visible in the upper right of the photo. Call off the SC Blog Police!
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