Yes, I am finally admitting the truth. Years of secrecy, skulking around back alleys, meeting with people that are just as torn up about their feelings as I am. Searching the Internet to satisfy my dark needs. I am out and proud of it!
I am a Pez collector. There, I have said it. It may ruin me, however, I am willing to take that risk. I love those wonderful things with their sharp angular bodies. The expression on the face of each character makes me shiver with delight. I carry one of the little darlings in my purse wherever I go. It has saved me many times. If you want to diffuse a bad situation, pull that little candy carrying gadget with its beautifully sculpted face, out of your bag and place it on the table.
Either the principal players in the event will run for cover or burst into peels of laughter. I count on the latter. They have cheered up friends that are down, stopped me from walking into the water, and soothed crying children. If an object has this much power it must be something of greatness. And so it is. I counted how many I have obtained over the years....107. I am a true believer in the worth of Pez. I have Pez from countries all over the world. Now, just to buy more refills for them . Never mind the Governor General award in the arts, I want to have my likeness on a Pez!