Lately I’ve been a little too addicted to these guys ->

Masquerading as “wholesome potatoes,” popped and not baked or fried, they fiendishly pull off a pretty good healthy act. I spend a few too many afternoons sitting at my desk counting change to see if I have the $1 for the vending machine. But nothing that comes in a bag (or a vending machine) can be that wholesome, eh? I haven’t figured it out yet, but they must be hiding something.

At they very least they are taking too much of my laundry money.