Shawn's Sweet Tooth...

I found out shortly after Shawn & I got married that he had a sweet tooth. Our cupboards were full of sugared cereals. We even had a "candy" cupboard where we stored all our sweet treats. Shawn has also always chewed gum. We had only been married a few weeks when I started finding pieces of chewed gum in random places like the end tables in the living room, the counter next to the sink, the dresser, and the arm of the StairMaster. I complained, like any new (or old) wife should after sticking my hand in a piece for the umpteenth time. Shawn's excuse? He got tired of chewing and was too lazy to get up to find the garbage can so just stuck it wherever he happened to be. At least he was honest. Smart man that he is quit that habit. He still chews gum, only now the chewed wads somehow actually make it to their proper place. Our cupboards are no longer full of cocoa crispys and honey comb, but we still have our "candy" cupboard. Shawn's most recent find to add to our hiding place is sweet taffy from Salt Lake City. We found it in a grocery store in Driggs Idaho, and it tastes EXACTLY like the flavor it is named. Red licorice? Just like a red vine. Root beer? I might as well have a straw to go with it. Cotton candy? If it weren't for the texture I'd think I was at the circus. I am probably crazy for admitting this, but we purchased 5 pounds of the stuff to bring back to our cupboard. Shawn claims it's to share with others the joy he has experienced by being introduced to this marvelous wonder. Right. It's actually too large to fit in our regular place, so it's currently hiding in Shawn's closet. If it were in my closet I'd eat it. Out-of-sight-out-of-mind for me. I know Shawn eats it, it is where he's started to eat it that makes me laugh out loud. The good hard belly laugh kind.Yes, this is the shower. I was about to rinse the shampoo out of my hair when I noticed wrappers on the shower door ledge. It was when I realized that my dear husband was eating taffy in the shower that I burst into uncontrollable laughter. The shower? Really? Is it because he doesn't have time in his day to simply sit down and enjoy a piece without kids attacking him? Is it because he rises before the sun and has to rush out the door that indulging in taffy needs to become part of his cleansing ritual? Is it simply because the man likes taffy? I'll probably never know the real reason my husband eats taffy in the shower, but I now know he's serious about his sweet tooth.