I'm Single and Ready Pringle

No, that isn’t a euphemism for something! I can’t believe you would think that of me. Today, after having another strudel struggle, I thought I’d indulge in the decadence that is Cheddar Cheese Pringles. All that fake cheese powdery deliciousness beckoning to me…”Amber. Eat me. Once you pop, you will be able to stop. I’m sure of it. Just one chip. Come on do it.” I did it. And I didn’t stop with just the one chip. However, I stopped at 4 so you should definitely be proud of me. But that isn’t the point of this blog really. The point of this blog is: I’m single and I had Pringles today and that rhymed so I thought it was hilarious.

In related yet irrelevant news, I saw the cookie maker yesterday AND today. And he said nothing to me. And since I cannot talk to him because apparently my brain stops functioning when I enter the doors of that sandwich institution, we did not speak. I had witty banter with his boss. So wahoo for me. Oh wait boo for me because the fellow whom I lurve doesn’t ever speak to me and probably doesn’t know who I am. Okay I don’t really lurve him but I do blog-work-oh-so-dramatically-lurve him and surely he has no interest in me so weep, weep, sob.

Wow. That became depressing. Ish. Let’s wrap it up. In conclusion being single with Pringles is not that same as cookie maker lurve and sandwiches. And ne’er the two shall meet.