For some unforseen and stupid reason, I've started this new habit.
Every time (as in the last four of four times) I'm in the grocery store I make my way through the list-thick or thin-and then, as if I'm pulled by some unspeakable galatic force I make a sharp turn and zoom into the chip aisle. And it's always the same thing.
Ketchup chips.
Lays ketchup chips.
What?!
I don't really understand this phenomenon. Chips aren't my favourite thing but for some reason every shopping session ends with me, in the car, ripping open the bag of chips and absolutely demolishing all that I can before I get home. It's weird but I'm not sure how to stop it. I am propelled to the chip aisle! For no other reason than ketchup! I didn't even have chips on the list!
So, that's today's shopping chronicle. Annnnnnd I almost bought a magazine strictly because Beyonce was on it (glittery and great). And I almost bought a wedding magazine because it was so thick and dare I say juicy. I didn't. I bought those dumb chips though.
Help me.
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