Ode to Sour Patch Kids

I follow a lot of blogs, and several of them are of my married friends, some who even have babies now days. Strange how time flies by.

Anyway, I've noticed how these folks get to post about about their wedding anniversary, birthdays or "firsts" for their babies and the like, and they share their happiness and love for them. It's touching, endearing and makes me think of my first love: sour patch kids.

Sour patch kids, I love you because

• you have a sour exterior, but really your sweet on the inside
• your so colorful and multi-faceted
• you're "a fat free food" which helps dispel any guilt in eating you
• you set a great example by always smiling even when if you're missing a limb or two
• you're like the giving tree: when people think you've given everything you can, there's still that pile of sour sugar at the bottom of the bag that brings enjoyment
• you never interrupt a movie we're watching together by talking, or even making that loud crunching sound like popcorn
• you're patriotic: as a loyal American, it's tough to find you outside of your homeland
• you've made me tough inside and out: through our years of being together I can now eat a whole bag and my tongue won't be raw, nor will I feel sick to my stomach

I love you sour patch kids! Thanks for being you.