Susan Senator

I had a bad day today; not earthquake bad, but icky bad.  Bad enough.  I was crying, and Ned said, “Would an M&M tasting make you feel better?”

I laughed immediately.  Yes it would.  What a great, Ned-like idea.  And now there are all these different types:  pretzel, coconut, peanut butter, and of course plain and peanut.  So we took a little road trip to Walgreen’s and raided the candy aisle.  I was remembering how I used to buy The Pounder, a whole pound of M&Ms, when I was in college.  When my boyfriend Ethan dumped me, the first thing I did was run to Ned’s room (he was my best friend at the time) and tell him that Ethan had broken up with me.  I secretly wanted him to leap up and ask me out.  But he didn’t. He was focused on what I had just said.  Or something.  He just stared at me, while my heart started to dissolve into little pieces.  I guess what I really felt bad about was that Ned hadn’t asked me out, rather than that Ethan had dumped me.  I did what any red-blooded, glucose-addicted American girl would do:  I bought The Pounder and ate it with my friend Lois, while we talked about how stupid guys were.

Well, we all know that they’re not stupid.  Just different.  And yet we can all come together over one thing:  Candy.