A la Ruffles potato chips!
You know how you sometimes get an overwhelming desire to eat Rold Golds or Lays or Cheetos or Fritos or Doritos or Tostitos or Funyuns or Pringles or Goldfish or Smartfood or something equally, deliciously retrograde and start going through the cabinets of your kitchen hoping the perfect salty snack will just magically appear, even though you know it won't because you never actually buy that stuff for the house?
Well, behold my magic potato chips! I just conducted the requisite snack search and totally forgot that we had some Ruffles left over from our weekend hot dogs-with-all-the-fixin's binge. I once declared (on my wedding day) that I never cry when I'm happy, but I may have to change my tune on that front.
Know how else I know the chips are magic? They just disappeared.
Well, behold my magic potato chips! I just conducted the requisite snack search and totally forgot that we had some Ruffles left over from our weekend hot dogs-with-all-the-fixin's binge. I once declared (on my wedding day) that I never cry when I'm happy, but I may have to change my tune on that front.
Know how else I know the chips are magic? They just disappeared.