An Ending to a Great Love Affair

The evidence (or lack thereof).

Mark's great love of all things "chip" may be nearing an end.  The great love affair may be over.  Sad to say, but he is finally admitting that old college habits may be taking their toll. For the past 30 years he has been trying to convince me that potato chips are in the vegetable food group and necessary for one's health and well-being.  (Alex is happily carrying on the tradition, much to my dismay.)  At MNO recently we were chatting about the difference between going to the grocery store ourselves or having the husband run by for a quick item or two.  That progressed into the ONE thing husbands always bring home that was NOT on said grocery list.  There were a lot of differing answers which were fun to hear.  Anyone who knows Mark would be able to answer in an instant:  Mark brings home potato chips and almost always more than one bag or type or flavor because they all "look too good to choose just one bag."  His weakness at the store is anything in the chip aisle.

     I returned home after the Guerin run to find a little tent note on the kitchen counter, "I am not feeling well and am sleeping in until 8:00," it read.  Hmmm...thought maybe the cold had gotten hold of him also.  I went about my day and gave him a quick call later at the office, "Hi, how are you feeling?"  "Oh, I am just fine," he replied.  I inquired, "Do you think you have what I had?"  His reply:  "Not unless you ate half a bag of potato chips while watching TV before you went to bed last night."  I just laughed...poor guy, no sympathy here...he was ill from eating too many potato chips!  Sometimes men are just like little kids...gotta love that about them, don't you?  Being 55 ain't easy...some things you just have to call it a day on...eating a half a bag of potato chips right before bed is probably high on the list.  Ah, those youthful carefree days...where have they gone?