They become these little kids
in a candy store because they can always find a pretty face.
Not exact matches
Because... you know... then I'm the piggy girl who grabs a King Sized
candy bar
in the grocery
store line.
Being okay with the uncomfortable consequences for you, such as letting your child scream
in the grocery
store line
because he wants a
candy bar without giving it to him or repeatedly scolding him.
I'll give this example, if you are
in a grocery
store, and your kid wants a
candy bar, and they are screaming for the
candy bar, and you are saying no, and it's escalating, and you're getting anxious
because a lot of the other moms and dads are giving you the stink eye, and you just want to diffuse the situation, and you say, «Here!
Whenever I picture her doing this I always chuckle
because I'm reminded of the «I Love Lucy» episode where Lucy and Ethel were working
in a
candy store and the
candy was moving on the conveyor belt faster than they could wrap the pieces of
candy.
And just like that
candy store kid, the most painful part of choosing was not being able to choose something, not
because I didn't want to take it, but
because there were only so many hours
in the day (and alas, I was unable to alter the time dimension while here).
Because they brought their owners into my
store over the years, I was able to develop a profile of the typical Yorkie owner
in my little corner of paradise: upper middle - aged to elderly woman, impeccably coiffed and dressed, dangling earrings, lots of make - up and sugary perfume, and pampers the life out of the dog... carries it everywhere and feeds it chicken cordon bleu and cotton
candy and serves it Perrier water.
Biggest Indulgence: Anthropologie
because it's like being a kid
in a
candy store.