Day 88-Treasures

Howdy!!


      Oops I did it again...and I don't mean the Britney Spears song I mean, "Whoops I forgot to post again, I am a cotton-headed-niggy muffins." lols even my roomie noticed that I forgot to post, I had started to write a post yesterday but then something happened with my summer registration that needed my immediate attention and well one thing led to another and I ended up having a dance movie watching party with my frands...whoops. College life. Anyways, I'll be posting a double feature today...again. My apologies!

Memory #88

         I'm going to post a quicky memory today since I don't have a lot of time currently. When my family moved for the first time to Cedar Park my mom used to do random things for Sam and I, I guess to make us feel more at home? Or probably to distract us from anything negative feelings we had towards the moving process (You know positive reinforcement haha). I remember one of those things she used to do was buy this kind of candy that I was seriously obsessed with (Still to this day I have no clue why I was obsessed with this particular candy because they stopped making it, which makes me think it wasn't really all that good) but nonetheless my mom would buy them. They were these little chocolate treasure chests filled with peanut butter. Which don't get me wrong I love peanut butter and chocolate, its a beautiful match made in heaven, but I'm like 95% sure that it was some kind of knock off peanut butter. 

       Anyways my mom would buy them and put them on the top shelf in one of the cabinets in the kitchen to make sure that I didn't try to eat them in one sitting, because that probably would've actually happened. Everyday I was allowed one chocolate treasure chest or two if I was being real ace that day. I guess one day I was being really antsy waiting for my allotted chests because I remember 'outsmarting' my mother and just climbing onto the counter top and grabbing a handful of the sacred candy and running away to conceal and eat them. My mom apparently knew all along but never once told me, she just let me think I got away with it. (This happened a lot of times during my childhood...) She just moved the bag to a new hiding spot and continued on as if nothing had happened. Super smooth, mom. 

Love Always,

Erin