Someone failed miserably on a goal: 31. Remain potato chip free. And by someone, I mean me.
You are looking at the empty bag of BLT potato chips I finished last night. Over a year of living the chip-free life down the drain. And what did Kris do while I was hoarfing down the salty snack? He just sat back watching me — internally evil-laughing.
Sobs. Tears. Shaking fists and looking upward.
My lowest moment came when I found a piece on the ground a half hour after I finished. Did I throw it away? Nope! I put that son’bitch in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed.