Blog 7: Munchos

            If you have never tried Munchos, they are like potato chips only fluffier. Fluffy may not be the best way to describe them, but it’s the best word I could come up with for now so that’s what we will go with. I am sitting at my desk and eating the small bag of Munchos that came with my salad. I figured that since I was getting the salad instead of going to Cookout, I could get a small bag of chips without feeling too guilty about the diet I told myself I would stick to.

            I think the first time I tried Munchos was when my sister, Diana, had bought a bag and offered me one two or three years ago, so now Munchos remind me of my sister. She is always there when I need her and always has advice for whatever new dilemma I put myself into. Boy problems, school problems, friend problems, you name it, she can make me feel better and get me going. Whenever I go visit her she always has Kool-Aid in the fridge (my mother is very anti-sugary drinks so this was always a nice treat). Sometimes my little brother and I will go spend the night at her house, and the boys will play the Xbox while Diana and I chat and catch up on everything that has happened since the last visit. Once Diana and I run out of news to talk about, we kick the boys off of the Xbox and put in a movie. Diana is the best sister I could ask her and I wish I could visit her more often.