What's Really Crazy...

Is that I've had a Baby Ruth in my pocket for far too long. I bought it over Christmas in Boston, traveled back to Los Angeles with it, back to Boston, and THEN it survived yet one more flight across the continent. Safely, it traveled all the way back to Los Angeles. Here's another thing. The Baby Ruth made it through two movies without getting eaten. Two opportunities to gobble it up: 'There Will Be Blood' and 'Cloverfield.' And at least one of those movies is a big-budget/popcorn flick. A ripe situation for gnawing on a nutty-nougat candy bar if there ever was one. I don't know how that thing survived. You may be thinking "perhaps he forgot it was there, waiting to be devoured, in his pocket." But I knew. I knew...

For some reason, as of late, I've been hording candy. I think it's a phase. Perhaps I fear the Candy Apocalypse. Don't we all? Whatever the reason. That candy bar made it through a minimum of four flights, two movies, and the Christmas season.

Rest assured this oversight has been corrected. I'm eating it right now. Lest it join the rank of candies piling up in my fridge. Mostly Goobers.
-Chrispy