BBQ chips and garlic dip

Happy Tuesday to one and all. Or actually, to one and one. The one being me. So now I will, in Mark Levin fashion, thank myself for the pleasant greeting. Anyway, I came home from the dentist this evening with a pretty good appetite. My appointment was at 5 pm and I didn't start home until 7. A fair piece past my dinner time. With my mouth yet under the influence I decided to do a little window shopping at a local Walmart while my jaw slowly worked it's way back to normality. I can't believe how cheap a good printer is now days. A printer is roughly the cost of two ink cartridges. And these are good printers with photo quality capabilities. So I eventually end up at home in front of the TV switching between True Lies and The Office with a shrinking turkey sandwich and some chips and dip on my plate. As one might expect my estimating is a bit suspect when it comes to the amount of dip necessary to exhaust my chip quota. So I end up getting more dip to finish off the chips and then I'm left with a substantial portion of dip and no chips. My son had purchased some Jalapeño chips and some BBQ chips recently and they were conveniently loitering about on the bar in the kitchen. Not wanting to waste the dip I latched on to some of the BBQ chips to finish off the garlic dip. I assure you that is the last time this will occur in my life. I'm stubborn enough that I choked down the lot, but it was an unpleasant experience and one I am offering you the chance to avoid. You are most certainly welcome.