Standing in the small space between our front door and our living room, the space that passes for our kitchen, eating potato chips straight from the bag I think to myself: "Life just doesn't get any better than this."
The past few weeks have been insanely busy. And when things get like this, sometimes I have to indulge myself. I bought myself some flowers the other day and today I am granting myself this.
You know when you were little and your mom wouldn't let you have any snacks after four pm, because you would spoil your appetite? I am living with the grown-up equivalent of that. For some reason, Levi does not see the point of having potato chips before dinner. To him, potato chips are for during a movie, and are definitely not to be had before evening. He just doesn't understand.
Me, I think you have to enjoy your potato chips when you can. Why delay when you have a craving? So I stand by the kitchen sink, dig into my bag of Lays (really, the only brand worth having, no other brand is as golden, as crisp, as wafer thin and tastes as good) and thoroughly enjoy my guilty pleasure in the afternoon, right before Levi gets home from work.
It's not like he would berate me if he caught me, I am a grown woman after all. But I just like doing this thing for myself, allowing myself this little pleasure. In all honesty, maybe it tastes better knowing he would not approve.
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