I'm.... Not Sure What My Point Was Here

Well, we're off to Lake Huron in approximately five hours! And instead of feverishly packing, or finishing up laundry, or cleaning out the ankle-deep SLUDGE of straw wrappers and ground up Skittles and decaying french fries from the van floor, I am sitting here emptying my Google reader and eating a disturbing number of Chips Ahoy! with Heath bits. Which are a-MAZING. I don't normally buy packaged cookies, in keeping with my only-eating-baked-stuff-if-it's-homemade-and-worth-the-fat rule plus my usual halfhearted attempts to keep the preservative/additive/fructose whatevers to a minimum. I mean it's not like no one in our family is ALLOWED to eat packaged products or fast food (see above as re: french fry detritus;) I just try not to have a lot of it in the house, so at least we're not eating junk twenty-four seven.

Anyways. Tangent. The point was, I did buy a bunch of packaged crap for our trip to the cottage because who the heck wants to spend their vacation stuck inside a tiny hot kitchen while everyone else chills on the beach? NOT ME, that's who. Plus, you know, VACATION, which means rule breaking time. So I bought, and then immediately broke into, these cookies, and my goodness if they aren't heavenly. I didn't know what I was missing. These are in fact just as yummy as any homemade cookie, I must say. I refuse to even look at the nutrition information, though, or I imagine it would spoil my delight. Ignorance is bliss.