Red Vines

I have always had a thing for red vines, but lately they've become more like an addiction. I like to joke that my red vines are like cigarettes to a smoker. When Franny's behavior problems were the most severe, late last summer and into the fall, I'd grab a couple stale red vines and I guess chewing on them helped alleviate some stress. So now I've got a really bad habit of grabbing one out of the cupboard every time a situation arises with the slightest amount of stress: both babies are crying at once, Jack Bauer is trying to deactivate a bomb, I'm done eating breakfast... It really is out of control. I knew I needed to break this habit when I got through 2 lbs. of delicious red vines in one week! Two packs a week!? Ludicrous! So I gave them up cold turkey nearly a week ago. I only mention it here so that I have motivation to stick to my goal or else I'll have to admit defeat on this blog. Otherwise all that is keeping me from my chewy red vines is $1.24 and a trip to Wal-Mart.