In Which I Confess My Addiction to Better Cheddars
I think I need to admit to a cracker problem.
That’s not a code or a secret cipher. It’s truthfully a problem with the cracker as a snack.
I just got finished meeting someone who bought two of our bunnies and decided to go to the grocery store at the same time. Explain it as the combination of late night, lack of sleep, and the devilish discount system of Nabisco, I walked out of the store with eight packages of crackers.
That’s not quite enough carbohydrated items to kick me out of the express line but certainly enough to raise an eyebrow or two.
Which is what happened when I walked through the door with the grocery bags. But I tossed a package of Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs at him and his eyebrows went back to normal.
I’m going to have to remember that trick for the future.
Hope you have a great night, I’m busy stuffing my face with Better Cheddars, arguably the best cracker ever created.
One thought on “In Which I Confess My Addiction to Better Cheddars”
me too. I try to limit myself to half a box a day, but usually am unsuccessfulful. Fortunately I do not have a weight problem.