BoomerGirl Diary

Today when I ripped open my bag of barbecued potato chips, I found two potato chips worth mentioning.

The first chip was a little scary. A chip on steroids. A mega-chip; the largest potato chip I have ever seen in my life. I would've taken a picture of it so you could see for yourself, if I'd known I'd find yet another one-of-a-kind chip in the bag. Instead I ate the gargantuan chip which was the diameter of a donut minus the hole.

The other chip (pictured above) which was near the bottom of the bag is noteworthy, for obvious reasons. As you can see, it has a face.

Now I know what you're thinking: That I embellished the chip with a face, that I sat here eating my sandwich thinking, "Gee, wouldn't it be fun to put a face on this potato chip and pass it off as an irregular chip, a bonafide-potato-chip-aberration-straight from the bag?"

But I didn't. I swear. As God as my witness. This is exactly how it came out of the bag. At first glance, I stared at it, grinning, wondering what message the cosmos was sending me, or if this freaky little chip was evidence of something...more sinister? (I'm being facetious).

And so, I took a picture of it to share with you, in the hope that this cute little potato chip anomaly will put a smile on your face.