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SWIRLING AROUND

Man, oh, man.   My head is swirling around from all the AMAZING things I have going on in my brain.  It's hard to narrow them all down to one thought process.  Some people would say, "Scaaaary."  Well, you know, Halloween did roll around again yesterday.

It's funny how that works.  It happens every year and people are like, "Oh, my gosh.  It's already Halloween! Before you know it Christmas will be here."  Uh, yeah.  I guarantee you, you will hear that same quote again next year.  Probably, right around this same time.

So Saturday, when I walk into the bread store, I overhear these two little boys at the counter talking as they're digging their hand into the giant orange -- guess what!!??   PUMPKIN.    Yeah, a big plastic one filled with Dum Dums.  One little boy was, like, "I like the blueberry."   The other boy was, like, "I like to get the Mystery one."  

In my brain I'm going, "The Mystery One?   Really?   Kids still talk about that."  Is there, like, a golden rule to continue looking for the Mystery one to kids from the parents or do the kids just know to look for them?

Well, I have no idea how that works so I thought I would ask my best friend Google.  Google never fails me. Google failed.   He couldn't figure out what I was asking, but I did find out what the mystery is all about.   I enclosed the link.  It's using the end of one flavor before starting another flavor without cleaning the machine. That's great.   Saves waste.   Keeps the Indian from crying.  Totally remember that commercial as a kid.  :).   
But then saving the Indian from crying, made me think about Tootsie Pops and how I'll get a free bag of candy, if I find the Indian shooting the star with his arrow on the wrapper.  But for some reason I never actually got that lollipop.  I had to look up why.   It's not true.  So many Tootsie Roll wrappers I saved. So many hopes dashed from one article.   That's okay.   I made myself feel better by listening to Mr. Owl.   He gave me a smile when he bit that ole Tootsie roll after only three licks.    Told you my head was swirling around.  I'm really glad I got all that out.  My mind can now rest.

Until Next Time ...

:)

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