Anyway...there I stood thinking "Wow! Look at me not eating any of that delicious candy" Then I grabbed a handful of barbecue chips (out of an open bag, of course). On the fourth handful, I was still marveling over how I wasn't eating the candy. The dogs quickly forgave my lack of attention as chip crumbs started inevitably falling to the ground. Still proud of myself for not eating the candy, I grabbed a graham cracker and wandered away. Minutes later I was back in the shack for some dinner fixin's when I spotted the (open) chocolate covered pomegranate seeds. Well how could those count when they weren't even living in either of the two designated candy areas that I had so diligently avoided, and they're so small....so I had about six.
Lay's potato chips sound nasty when they giggle at you!