Skittles R.I.P.

My beautiful, smart, cocky friend Alice graciously told me out of the goodness of her heart to write about Skittles. Yes I was told to write about skittles. Why I was told to execute this task, however, is still unknown. According to dictionary.com skittles are:
Skittles –noun Chiefly British.

1.	skittles, (used with a singular verb) ninepins in which a wooden ball or disk is used to knock down the pins.

2.	one of the pins used in this game.

Erm, ok. Don't they mean bowling?
Yes, I realize that by saying that I have labeled myself as the average American. Shit.
Anyways, I am sure that most reading my blog will think of skittles as a candy that at first glance would seem to be a rip off of M&Ms. But no, they are fruity while M&Ms are chocolaty. That's the one and only difference that I can think of.

little Aside from being a beloved candy, or a random game from Britain that I am to American to recognize as anything deeper that bowling while there are oodles of people drinking tea. (Just Kidding. I'm not that stupid) Skittles have a deeper meaning. I have no clue if Alice, that lovablescallywag, intended for me to write about. In fact, I am certainly hoping that she did not, for I find it a little hard to write about. Up until a few months ago, my family was in the possession of a Bearded Dragon named Skittles. Yes, Skittles hardly ever moved, and until his death in January we all took him for granted, but I would truly like to tribute Skittles in this blog and ask you to hold a moment for the lost life of an honorable lizard.