While shopping, I will dig to the back of the shelf to obtain an item I decide to purchase. I don’t want the one everybody opens with their grubby little paws, and checks out—I want the one with the factory sealed box. The one that wasn’t smashed during delivery.
Same goes for produce. Why choose the apples on top of the stack when we all know the fresher ones are on the bottom. The trick is to avoid causing an avalanche while doing so. I found the mom-skills acquired of dealing with absurd situations, such as avoiding a disaster with lightning quick reflexes, has its perks.
I have quite the fondness for Spice Drops. They are like Gumdrops with a kick. There are two problems. First, the purple ones do not delight my taste buds. Second, the bags they are packaged in are mostly opaque. As hard as I try to shake the bags to find the one with the least amount of purple candies, I strike out every now and then. Luckily, I have a husband who will eat my rejects. He’s great that way. It’s what I call a balanced marriage.
There are days which are like a bag of Spice Drops. No matter how much the bag is shaken, some days will be filled with more purple drops than desired.
Ha! I just realized, I could be a distant relative of Forrest Gump—I should get up now, and run like he did in the movie–to work off those Spice Drops that were inhaled yesterday. I’ll report back when I reach the front door.