Sugar Sugar
I was recently informed by someone who knows me well that I am a sugarcoating softie.
A. Sugarcoating. Softie.
hmmmm.
I suppose I’ve been called worse.
According to my source, I try to keep everyone happy
& in doing so, I add the sweets.
Lots and lots of syrupy sweets.
When confronted with this little tidbit, my reaction was complete shock and denial.
ME ?!?!!
No way.
Not meeeeeeeee.
But after a few seconds of intense soul searching, I confessed.
It’s totally true.
I love sugar.
Love. It.
& the softie part ?
Oh yeah.
That too.
I was born with it.
It’s embedded.
I carry a big flashing arrow and place it above my head.
It alerts all the non softies of the world of my arrival.
“She’s here ! She’s here !”
YaY
I’m pretty positive sugarcoating softi-ness is a middle child syndrome.
Did you know the middle child is the peacekeeping child ?
It’s true, it’s what we do.
We are also the impeccably perfect child.
uh huh.
& that’s pretty darn impressive for someone who’s invisible.
Yes. Yes.
I do believe I am very ok with my Sugarcoating Softie title
& at this point, I really can’t see me changing my ways.
Old dog.
New tricks.
Nope.
So. Hey.
Anyone need more sugar with their sugar ?
I have PLENTY.
sprinkle. sprinkle.
🙂
