God, take me now

My college friend from Louisiana, Jeanne Bernard, is coming over from Paris (she's lived there for years and years) on Sunday to watch the Superbowl with us. I usually don't bother with the Superbowl but this year the New Orleans Saints are in it, so it's a Must See.

In preparation for Jeanne's visit, I went to a shop that sells American groceries. I nabbed the last two bags of Fritos and got other American treats that Jeanne and I usually never have because they aren't available in the UK.

I brought the bags home and put them on the cabinet after work. Later, I came in to see my son lying on the floor, writhing in agony. Did he need to go to the hospital? "What's wrong?" I asked, worried. He said, "God, take me now."

It turns out he'd found the Chips Ahoy bag I'd got for the Superbowl party and ate the entire thing in one sitting!


I had to laugh then. Mikey recovered within 30 minutes. Then I had to confess that I had eaten a Butterfinger candy bar on the way home from work that was also intended for the Superbowl party. I'd only meant to have one bite. This morning the crumbs from my secret eating session were still on display on the seat. I was ashamed at my lack of control