"Everything is better with Doritos."
We didn't know our union in this until I arrived at Myrtle Beach in November with a bag of Doritos -- regular, nacho-style, Doritos. I simply threw them in the grocery bag as a simple smile to myself, or "simple pleasure" as I now label them, but found very quickly that I wasn't the only one escaping the life of "no Doritos, healthy living" those days.
We had packed our own groceries, our bags, our supplies, and headed as roommates to Myrtle Beach for a super-fun time of beach walking, coffee drinking, magazine reading, hot tub sitting weekend at a parent's Timeshare. I pulled out the Doritos, and all hell broke loose. It was probably the first thing to go, as we all ate handful after handful of this delicious delicatessen. It was the unity bond that none of us knew we had -- our love and passion for Doritos.
I have a picture of me and dad and Jaxson in the back of the boat this summer, climbing our fingers through a bag of Doritos, and Jaxson's face covered from mouth corner to mouth corner with crumbly cheese shards. It was again, an uncovering of this bond we didn't know. Our love for Doritos.
So today, when everything was bizzurk and went exactly how I did not plan it, my roommate said:
"Here's have some Doritos. Everything is better with Doritos."
And it was true. We laughed and smiled.
No matter what was wrong with my car and could or could not be fixed, or what time space worked to get it back there, or who could bring me there. Or what errands got fixed or didn't. Or whether the start of Garrett's day at Preschool was good or bad. Or if a friend reacted to my phone call compassionately or not. Or if I made a great dessert or if it became a lame 9x13... Or, if I thought I was finally ready to at least get one thing done for good that morning and walked out the door to the back steps of the basement... and yes, the recipe box in my arms fell out and toppled down every single one of those 17 stairs, exploding index cards on each... and I just finally leaned my head against the stairwell wall in comic relief and threw up my hands laughing for five minutes before re-walking into my home... by which way I laughed and explained what had happened to my roommate who was making lunch and turned to me and said her great statement...
Everything is better with Doritos.
We didn't know our union in this until I arrived at Myrtle Beach in November with a bag of Doritos -- regular, nacho-style, Doritos. I simply threw them in the grocery bag as a simple smile to myself, or "simple pleasure" as I now label them, but found very quickly that I wasn't the only one escaping the life of "no Doritos, healthy living" those days.
We had packed our own groceries, our bags, our supplies, and headed as roommates to Myrtle Beach for a super-fun time of beach walking, coffee drinking, magazine reading, hot tub sitting weekend at a parent's Timeshare. I pulled out the Doritos, and all hell broke loose. It was probably the first thing to go, as we all ate handful after handful of this delicious delicatessen. It was the unity bond that none of us knew we had -- our love and passion for Doritos.
I have a picture of me and dad and Jaxson in the back of the boat this summer, climbing our fingers through a bag of Doritos, and Jaxson's face covered from mouth corner to mouth corner with crumbly cheese shards. It was again, an uncovering of this bond we didn't know. Our love for Doritos.
So today, when everything was bizzurk and went exactly how I did not plan it, my roommate said:
"Here's have some Doritos. Everything is better with Doritos."
And it was true. We laughed and smiled.
No matter what was wrong with my car and could or could not be fixed, or what time space worked to get it back there, or who could bring me there. Or what errands got fixed or didn't. Or whether the start of Garrett's day at Preschool was good or bad. Or if a friend reacted to my phone call compassionately or not. Or if I made a great dessert or if it became a lame 9x13... Or, if I thought I was finally ready to at least get one thing done for good that morning and walked out the door to the back steps of the basement... and yes, the recipe box in my arms fell out and toppled down every single one of those 17 stairs, exploding index cards on each... and I just finally leaned my head against the stairwell wall in comic relief and threw up my hands laughing for five minutes before re-walking into my home... by which way I laughed and explained what had happened to my roommate who was making lunch and turned to me and said her great statement...
Everything is better with Doritos.
It is true. Laughter is good for the soul. And,
Everything is better with Doritos.
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By the way, I'm pretty sure at this point, I could have been a millionaire and won the "Best Superbowl Ad" with this one.... ;)
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