Reasons I hate Christy...

Okay, not really. I actually love Christy. Christy is one of my dear friends from Boise High, and I'm so blessed to have her in my life (and back in Boise)! But, last night as I was driving home from the Co-op, I definitely was ready to shoot her. Why you ask? All over a bag of Pirate's Booty:

Christy posted on her blog to "run, not walk" and pick up a bag of these yummy, organic treats. Last night, on my way home from work, Craig called and asked me to stop at the Co-op and pick up a couple of items. Craig and I do 95% of our grocery shopping at the Co-Op in Boise. Organic, natural, free-range, vegetarian, non-processed, pesticide- and antibiotic-free is just better. He also mentioned, "If you see any great deals on chips or organic cheese puffs, pick them up too."

I ordinarily love strolling the aisles of the Co-Op, but it was getting late, and I wanted to go home. The last aisle I checked out was the organic snack food aisle. I couldn't make a decision regarding snack food (yes, snack food), until I saw the blue-and-white shiny bag of Pirate Booty out of the corner of my eye. I immediately recognized it from Christy's blog. I also noticed a yellow "sale" sticker beneath the bag. I decided I would give it a try.

By the time I was on my way to our house, it was nearly 7 pm. I hadn't eaten since 12:45 pm. I was hungry. I decided that I needed to try Christy's recommendation for myself - so I told myself I would only take a couple bites of the Pirate's Booty to hold me off until I got home to make dinner.

BAD IDEA.

After the first bite of YUMMY Pirate's Booty, I was hooked. What I thought would be a mere confirmation of a recommendation from a friend quickly evolved into an exercise in willpower and self-discipline. Lori, don't do it. Craig actually wants to take some of these to work and school with him. You can't give him a half-eaten bag, or worse, an empty bag! To stop my hand from re-entering the bag again and again, I called Craig. I told him that I'd found a bag of cheese puffs for him: "Christy recommended them. They're called Pirate's Booty." Craig couldn't contain his excitement and practically yelled into the phone, "I LOVE those! Where did you find them?!" Apparently they are almost always sold-out at the Co-Op. I must have been one of the very lucky ones to nab a bag!

I eventually made it home, but I had to put the Pirate's Booty on the seat behind the driver's seat in my car, just to make sure that my willpower had some tangible follow-through and help. As I pulled into the driveway, Craig was waiting for me in our front yard. He ran over, gave me a kiss, and said, "Where is it?" He proceeded to grab the Pirate's Booty, and put it in his car for the next day -- but not before he grabbed a handful. Or two.