Where the heck did this craving for Fritos come from? It's a clever craving, let me tell you. It hit just before I went to the post office, as if it knew we didn't have Fritos in the vending machine at work. And what's next to the post office? A convenience store, which conveniently had the 99-cent big grabs. The big grabs are too much for me -- I always get an icky, sick feeling about 2/3 of the way through -- but I'll just stop halfway down and save the rest for another day. I had no chance, really, because as I walked past the convenience store, the first thing I saw was the big fridge with the colorful bottles of soda and juice and that lovely red label on the Coke bottle. Fritos are so good with Coke.

I'm weak.