My darling readers, first, I have to apologize for the dearth of columns.
When I was entrenched in that awful relationship with Lane Stark, I was unable to write. Really. Unable. The man sapped everything out of me.
But now, I am back and better than ever!
It was at a CVS when I was buying aspirin (the ibuprofen were NOT working on my headaches anymore) that I saw them: Lays BLT chips.
Naturally I HAD to purchase them. They were the most profoundly delicious potato chips I'd ever eaten.
Sadly, I haven't seen them since.
Kind of like ol' Lane.
Que Sera, my darlings, que sera,
Hilda Stinson
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