Packin’ up an headin’ out
This morning I woke up with a mission. My one and only goal for the day was to finish off the bottomless bag of Stacy’s Pita chips. That’s it. Coffee, whatever. Exercise, puh-lease. I simply wanted THESE deliciously addictive, wonderfully horrible, pita chips out of my apartment life. The way these mothahs taunt me is inexplicable… And lemme tell you, when I set my mind to something, I get ‘er done. Stacy says the bag has 28 servings. Elise says 8. I wish Stacy were right, but the reality is she’s way off base. Like… Read more >
December 31, 2009 chik'n strips, clif bar, pitas Read more >