I had a bag of potato chips for supper last night. And a tub of sour cream with spices* mixed into it for dip. Not talking one of them little bags, neither; went the Economy Party size.
Now my computer screen is greasing up from my laboured breathing....
Happy belated to you, Darkness, and happy birthday to everyone else having a birthday now or then or whenever! "God bless us, every one!"
*Mostly salt with a bit of stale tobacco and a dash of Worcestershire sauce.