The other day I was out at a farm market with a friend. There was a giant display of fresh made potato chips, all neatly arranged in white paper bags. My friend said the chips were really good, so I thought I'd buy a bag.
They had Plain, Barbeque and Sweet. It should be known that I hadn't had much sleep the night before.
I saw the sign for the "Sweet" chips and asked my friend if they're any good. Her reply was that she likes them. In my brain I thought: "Gee, I wonder what they're like? Maybe they've got a dusting of sugar?"
It wasn't until I got home and opened the bag and saw a pile of sad, saggy orange chips that it dawned on me that they were SWEET POTATO (aka YAM) chips, not "Sweet" Potato Chips.
Yeah. It was one of those days. I think this is clear evidence that one never quite recovers from those brain cells lost during Pregnancy. At least my feet went back to being their right size.
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