Oh......

Tater Tots, why must you mock me?

I have to admit, I have an eating problem. I don't eat too much, mind you. I eat too much of the wrong thing. Take tonight, for example. There I was, settling in for the evening, when it occurs to me: I didn't eat dinner. But what to eat? I know, Tater Tots! They're so good! And what could be better than making a good food into a good meal? In hindsight, a lot. If you ignore the fact that I have no condiments in my apartment, eating a large serving of Tater Tots may sound pretty cool. Trust me, it is not. Not only do I get queasy at the thought of eating even one more Tot, I am more or less immobilized. I think Tater Tots expand when eaten. I don't know. Maybe they're right, maybe Tater Tots are just a side dish. But why does it have to be that way? Perhaps I'll write a letter to Ore-Ida, or even the State of Idaho, and ask why it must be that way. But I don't think that will be any time soon, because if I think about spuds anymore, I will definitely throw up.

Damn you, Tater Tots.

Whoop.