Dreaming about Jelly Bellies...

Is apparently a bad sign. I took a nap this afternoon (a couple hours) and dreamed almost nonstop about Jelly Bellies. That's rather funny, actually.

Not so funny was realizing a few minutes after I woke that I'm in the middle of a nasty blood sugar crash. My hands are shaking and I have that frightened, paranoid feeling that I usually get. I've ordered a pizza because there's not much food left in the house, and I haven't wanted to leave the house to go and get any. LOL

It's a wonder I'm able to type, but I've already had to correct several errors, so keep that in mind.

Yes, I am going to order some Jelly Bellies off their website because you just can't get them around here anymore, and I love them. It also irritates me when I buy a 49 flavor mixed pack and get tons of stuff like peanut butter, coffee, and yuck, licorice.

I remember sitting in the back of my BIL's SUV a few years ago for a few very hot hours in the summertime because he wanted to hold us all hostage while he window shopped at some used truck place. So the boys and I sat in the back seat, going through the beans, and tossing just about every other one out the window because of the aforementioned yuck factor.

Since I'm not getting an assortment bag of all flavors this time, I'm going to get the fruit bowl, tropical mix, and hopefully, the soda pop shoppe mix of flavors. Right now the last one isn't available on their website, so I'm waiting for a day or so to see what happens.

*sigh* I hope that pizza gets here fast. I don't feel so good.