It all started out August 22nd at Cindy Lynn's wedding luncheon. They had those little snack bags with, among other things, orangey, cheesy, delicious, crunchy Cheetos. I'm not talking about those puffy, air-filled ones. I'm talking about the stelagtite-shaped, crispy-crunchy ones. So, I grabbed a bag with my lunch.
Mmmm...nom, nom, nom.
I quickly found that one bag was simply not sufficient. For, I wasn't even a quarter of the way through my meal and my Cheetos were gone. So, seeing the supply was plenty, I grabbed another. Elaina, wishing to be done with her meal and not having touched her Cheetos yet was for the first time ever, relieved from having to finish everything she'd dished up for herself. Bag #3 was just as wonderful as its predecessors. Bag #4 was procured by similar methods, donated by my new favorite niece. Ah, my stack of shiny, orange bags with Chester Cheetah grinning up at me. Ah, sweet cheesy fingertips, stained in reminder of my snack.
But I am NOT addicted. They were just really, really good and I haven't had them in a really, really long time.
Next, I was flying to San Diego. For me, as soon as the plane starts taxiing, I start thinking about my snack and my drink. Really, come on. It's the only diversion I have in there. I'm waiting and waiting for my bag of nuts or perhaps a cookie, when the lady sitting next to me (who took my window seat, but I was an adult and didn't give her a hard time about it) produces from her handbag a huge, family-sized bag of Cheetos. So I, from the aisle, watch as she takes each cheesy, crunchy walking-stick-looking snack from her enormous bag and munches them throughout the flight.
Cruel, nasty window-seat-stealng...
Weeks later, there is a carnival at the kids' elementary school and they have, oh yes- Cheetos in little, snack-sized bags. However at this venue, quantities are monitored and the kids weren't so gracious. So what was I to do when, as I was walking through the aisles at Costco, there was a gigantic orange bag of seemingly bottomless Cheetos? What was I to do?
I'll tell you what I did- I bought them for the first time in my life! I bought chips which, besides the tortilla varieties, I never do. And then, I sat on the front porch with my friend Chelsy and we ate them. Not all of them, but many. And every day since I have eaten many more.
The other day Elaina spotted me with my beloved bag and, raising it in the air, she put one hand on her hip. "Mom," she said in a very disappointed tone.
"What?" I asked, defensively.
She looked at me, shaking her head. "Are you addicted?"
8 comments:
Amber,
That is the funniest story ever! I love it, and I love those Cheetos too! We went camping when brents family was there and the kids wanted the Cheetos before breakfast, however some of the adults said no. Of course, I was the one who finally opened the bag and sneaked them throughout breakfast!!!
Amber! This was great! It was so funny! But my favorite part was where you sat on the porch eating cheetos with your friend. Our lives our so dang controlled, I think when we give in to a moment of enjoyment and friendship . . .that has to be heaven.
Amber,
This must be why you are an english major. You write very well. So much fun to read. Guess what I'm bringing to your house on Monday evening????
Amber--bring the cheetos and we can sit on my screened in porch...in the rain. Definitely heaven!
Kind of a long drive. I would know having just done it. Perhaps I'll send you a bag of cheetos!
You know- it's so funny. I recently read that 60% of Cheetos' consumer base is adults, so apparently I'm not the only one!
Cindy- I'll take the invitation and I hope you will all join me; because, as Margaret said so well, there's nothing like sitting together as friends and sisters--especially when it's over a bag of Cheetos.
We have obviously been missing this key ingredient at our girls night out. So, how about we don't forget in Lancaster '09?
I am so hoping that I can afford to come!
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