and so it wasn't

Twice in my life, I've lost a bet to candy.  Chocolate candy, to be specific.  It just so happens that I am mentally strong (overpowering, really) in everything- everything except chocolate. And running. That's for another day.

Candy, it seems, is my kryptonite.  My Joker.  My Venom. And yes, I had to ask Topher for suggestions on what kinds of things kill super heros.  It took pausing South Park and five long minutes for him to generate the list of three. (Actually, two, because Kryptonite I actually knew.)

Topher's response when I pressed him: "What do you expect?! There aren't that many iconic super heros with one mortal weakness!"

Right.

Hokay, so.

Nearly fifteen years ago, I made a little bet with my mother.  We agreed, after weeks of me begging, that if I could go without candy for one full year, she would give me...

wait for it...

ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS.

I know.

The agreement was set to begin on New Year's Day.  As any normal, happy ten year old, I celebrated the dawn of a new year with my parents, my stuffed animals and Cold Duck. Obviously.

And then, we ate brunch with our neighbors.  And those neighbors had...

Hershey's Hugs.

Hugs, not kisses. HUGS I TELL YOU.  For my ten year old self, this was amazing.  Without thinking, I took a little silver morsel. Delicious, I tell you.

And that's how I lost one hundred dollars in less than one day.

You might be wondering why I would be foolish enough to enter into such an agreement again. Well, I tell you, I wasn't.

This time it was a BET!  A bet with my hubsy-diddles.  A bet of a whole FORTY DOLLARS! Forty dollars for two months without candy!

I could easily do this.  To make it even "easier" for me, Topher bought a huge bag of assorted candy- kit kats and m&ms and crunch bars dotted our home.

And I resisted. Oh how I resisted and proved the world wrong!

Until one day, a friend's husband brought us home happy little Cadbury eggs. Cadbury egg just for me!  We had been working so long and hard, you see, with feathers and scissors and stickers you see.  I was tired, and my mortal body needed sustenance.

And plop went that chocolate egg.

And squee went that forty dollars down the metaphorical drain.

And so it wasn't meant to be.  The universe is telling me- "Kate! Eat candy!"

Who am I to argue?