this week one of my aunts was in town. i dunno if i've mentioned her before - florence (or flo for short) is really a punctual on time kinda gal, always shows up right when she says she will. she never stays very long, just a few days and then it's time to go see some other independant woman for a funtimes visit, but , while she's in town we just have the best time together!

i always have to get a box of special candy when she comes to visit, and we usually make it through almost an entire box before it's time for her to go. so i had my candy at my house today and then i forgot to put some in my purse for us to eat during work... and i kinda freaked, cuz i don't know about your relatives, but my aunt florence... when you don't have candy for her at candy time it can be a downright emergency.

took a deep breath and thought to myself of who at work could maybe share some of their candy with me - i really, really didn't want to have to ask anyone, you know what i mean? not being prepared for your aunt's sugar cravings is so junior high. thought very briefly about the candy machine in the ladies restroom at work, and dismissed it from my mind because seriously, when are those things ever stocked - and when they are, when have you seen one actually work?!? more time goes by, and my aunt's starting to bitch and moan about how she wants some damn candy. so i figure dammit i'll try the candy machine in the bathroom.

and folks, not only did it work but it carried my brand. auntie flo was so happy!

the moral of the story is i like candy. but the real kind, not the metaphorical kind. damn, i'm hungry.