It’s the little things in life that makes the experience worth while. I just came to the conclusion that I love me some grape kool-aid. As minuscule as it sounds, this purple refreshing drink, when it has the correct amount of sugar applied, puts me in a place of content. When the tension is about to reach the point of no return all I have to do is think about grape Kool-Aid, and I realize most of the things that I feel I’m about to lose my mind about aren’t that serious. Don’t you hate it when other people infringe on your sanity telling about stuff you “should” be worried about? I shouldn’t have posed that as a question, because I hate when someone asks me a question expecting me to agree with them. In fact in the last two sentences I used the word “hate.” I’m trying to get that word out of my vocabulary, because I feel like Grouchy Smurf using the word hate. Grape Kool-Aid. I hope this makes sense. My mind goes off on tangents and I can only hope that it reads as cohesive as it is in my mind. Anyway, grape Kool-Aid. Try it sometime. Two packs and 2.5 cups of sugar makes a perfect gallon. That’s all I got. Thanks for letting me share.
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