Skittles, vodka, and how rainbows taste

I TASTED THE e$%#%#$%$ RAINBOW.

UUUUGGGGHHHHHHH. It's POST EASTER crapfest in this house-like our daughter goes to school and they send them with TONS AND TONS OF effing candy. Not bad candy either. THE GOOD STUFF. A little about me: As a child I basically bled sucrose, glucose, and dextrose. My favorite foods were snickers, skittles (duh), and Babyruth's (drools). I would do stupid crap like freeze my snickers bar and then pretend it was icecream and eat it for breakfest. Then for a snack I would eat an entire bag of skittles and mold it with my spit and make a giant saliva/skittle lollipop. And then eat it. AND THEN I would go to the penny grandma lady in our neighborhood (didn't everyone have those??) and buy craploads of candy with a bunch of coins that I stole from my mom brothers and sister. Myself and my cousins would sit for damn hours and eat nothing but CANDY. All. Day. LONG. SO YES, I LOVE CANDY. But do I eat it now? Not alot, like not really at all. I don't miss it. UNTIL. until....UNTIL Isabel brings me over a friggin' egg filled with glorious SKITTLES and gives me some. Let me tell you, it was a party in my mouth that was filled with rainbows and happiness, and my heart pretty much exploded. It was like falling in love all over again. PURE JOY. I tasted the rainbow. AND IT WAS GOOD. Although the way my kids are now, screaming and running rampant, I kind of wish I had this instead:

SKITTLE VODKA. Is your mind blown yet?

Either way-skittles are glorious. So is vodka.

poopskittles-Demi