(Disclaimer: I wrote this piece February of 2020. I was hoping it would get published elsewhere, but it didn’t. So I decided to publish it myself. And yes, this is a true story. Enjoy.)
A little funny story….. with a moral too…yay.
I am a sucker for a gummy type candy at times. Twizzlers, jelly beans, starburst, and especially, gummy bears. Being I am not a big candy eater, I don’t buy myself candy. I totally rely on the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, Halloween time….you get the picture. My husband even knows the way to my heart. Don’t you dare bring home flowers, gummy bears and a 6 pack will do just fine.
Well, over my son’s 9th birthday I got sick. Not a great time either. Not only was it my baby boy’s birthday so we had his party and all that fun stuff planned, But my parents and grandparents made a 6 hour drive to surprise him and to attend his party.
My parents ended up bringing me a big ole bag of gummy bears to cheer me up. The bag was resalable so I kept them on my night stand so I could have a little snack here and there at night while I was watching TV, etc.
Well, one night, weeks after the devil bears were bought, I crawled into my warm cozy bed, took a sip of my water, rolled over and closed my eyes. I was just about to doze off into dream world when I felt an empty spot in my tummy. That spot was just about the right size for a red gummy bear. I’m not going to lie, I got a little excited and rolled over to grab one little deliciousness before going to sleep.
There’s one problem, the bed decided to play a trick on me and slide about 2 inches to the right because it was no longer where I thought it should be. As I am flying mid air across my bedroom, I reached out to grab something, anything, to stop my fall. Well, apparently a glass of water, a lamp, and gummy bears don’t help, they just tend to fly across the room. And the night stand, well it’s just downright hateful because it punched me in the face and made sure I hit the floor…..hard.
All of my excitement startled my husband awake. He jumped out of bed to rush to my aide confused about what happened and why I was on the floor. I was sprawled out on the floor holding my face which was screaming in pain. I looked at him with sad little puppy eyes and said “I just wanted a gummy bear”. His response was what you would have expected. He was in disbelief but amused by the whole situation at the same time. I slowly pull my banged up self back on to the bed, and yes I got my darn gummy bear and sat there with my feelings hurt for a moment while my husband grabbed an icepack from the freezer.
As he crawled back into the bed he chuckled as he looked at me holding the icepack to my already swollen cheek. I glared at him and told him jokingly that if he didn’t behave I was going to tell people that he hit me. He laughed even harder and said, “Yea, because any story you tell will be more believable than the fact that a grown woman threw herself off the bed for a gummy bear.”
Moral to the story, Gummy bears are not your friend, and neither is the night stand.
(don’t fall for that cute face!)