This morning I was starving, and we need to go to the grocery store pretty badly.

I decided to pull together a fruit shake with some frozen fruit and some yogurt, and then, in a moment of weakness, I decided to have some tater tots.  We’ve had the frozen tater tots in the freezer for months.  They were left over from another life, a life I had once where I ate tater tots without worry about the fat, salt and carb intake, and whether or not that item was on the approved item list.  

I blended up my frozen fruit into a shake, and I went to blowdry my hair while I waited for the tater tots to broil into crispy golden deliciousness.  

25 minutes later, the smoke alarm started going off. 

I’m going to assume this is God and Tony Horton’s way of telling me that I’m not supposed to eat tater tots.  Point taken.