{"id":1745,"date":"2010-09-29T21:29:18","date_gmt":"2010-09-30T01:29:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/?p=1745"},"modified":"2010-09-29T21:40:57","modified_gmt":"2010-09-30T01:40:57","slug":"sweet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2010\/09\/sweet\/","title":{"rendered":"Sweet"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had a bad day today; not earthquake bad, but icky bad.\u00a0 Bad enough.\u00a0 I was crying, and Ned said, &#8220;Would an M&amp;M tasting make you feel better?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I laughed immediately.\u00a0 Yes it would.\u00a0 What a great, Ned-like idea.\u00a0 And now there are all these different types:\u00a0 pretzel, coconut, peanut butter, and of course plain and peanut.\u00a0 So we took a little road trip to Walgreen&#8217;s and raided the candy aisle.\u00a0 I was remembering how I used to buy The Pounder, a whole pound of M&amp;Ms, when I was in college.\u00a0 When my boyfriend Ethan dumped me, the first thing I did was run to Ned&#8217;s room (he was my best friend at the time) and tell him that Ethan had broken up with me.\u00a0 I secretly wanted him to leap up and ask me out.\u00a0 But he didn&#8217;t. He was focused on what I had just said.\u00a0 Or something.\u00a0 He just stared at me, while my heart started to dissolve into little pieces.\u00a0 I guess what I really felt bad about was that Ned hadn&#8217;t asked me out, rather than that Ethan had dumped me.\u00a0 I did what any red-blooded, glucose-addicted American girl would do:\u00a0 I bought The Pounder and ate it with my friend Lois, while we talked about how stupid guys were.<\/p>\n<p>Well, we all know that they&#8217;re not stupid.\u00a0 Just different.\u00a0 And yet we can all come together over one thing:\u00a0 Candy.<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/photo1.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"1748\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2010\/09\/sweet\/photo-9\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/photo1.jpg?fit=800%2C600&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"800,600\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.8&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;iPhone 3G&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1285794996&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"photo\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/photo1.jpg?fit=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/photo1.jpg?fit=800%2C600&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1748\" title=\"photo\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/photo1.jpg?resize=300%2C225\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/photo1.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/photo1.jpg?w=800&amp;ssl=1 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had a bad day today; not earthquake bad, but icky bad.\u00a0 Bad enough.\u00a0 I was crying, and Ned said, &#8220;Would an M&amp;M tasting make you feel better?&#8221; I laughed immediately.\u00a0 Yes it would.\u00a0 What a great, Ned-like idea.\u00a0 And now there are all these different types:\u00a0 pretzel, coconut, peanut butter, and of course plain [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1745","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sSTth-sweet","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1745","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1745"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1745\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1750,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1745\/revisions\/1750"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1745"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1745"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1745"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}