Dear Pringles,
You were on sale this week, and I had a coupon so to our house you came. Today as I ate some of you, you brought childhood memories screaming back. One year when we were little Mama bought us season passes to Six Flags over Georgia. The trips were always special, because even though we didn't get to buy food in the park, mom always packed a cooler of goodies (that we had to eat OUTSIDE the park on a cement picnic table in the parking lot...)....the cooler usually had cans of Pringles in it, which was HUGE to us kids! Pringles were a special treat. Thanks for reminding me of my childhood, and reminding me to take pleasure in the small things...even cans of Pringles.
Amy