Fritos are good.
There. I've said it.
So I took the dog for a walk. Came home and would like to have said I had a glass of water and maybe a handful of blueberries.
Nope. Went right for the Fritos (Scoops!!) no less. Salt and crunch and mmmmm Fritos goodness. And a tall glass of Crystal Light Iced Tea.
I haven't had Fritos in a while. My husband likes them, and my girls take a few in their lunches from time to time.
I don't know why I never pull the bag down off the refrigerator and indulge myself. Maybe I had started to believe my own hype?
"Fritos are bad for you."
"Fritos contain the highest levels of dirt and insect parts allowed by the FDA."
"Fritos are disgusting."
Ok, really? I just was talking myself back for so long. But not tonight. It's been a long week - and it's only Tuesday.
I reached right up on past the freezer and grabbed the bag.
Truth be told, I only ate 12.
Fritos are known for going right to the hips.
