Barbeque corn chips to be exact - a strange, weekend long craving for the spicy, orange chips. Haven't had them in years.
And what do I hear yesterday, but the oh so sexy sound of Brian Ferry coming from the closet - where the child found a box of old cassette tapes, which she's been playing on her karaoke player ever since. Brings back memories - not that I ever had any heavy make-out sessions to 'Slave to Love' or 'More than This'. :) Listened to The Cure last night; 'Pictures of You', Fascination Street', 'Just Like Heaven' - I'd forgotten how much I loved those songs, and amazing the way I remembered every single word.
Had a retro weekend, which coincidentally has coincided with an invite to my fifteen year high school reunion. Part of me wants to go, part of me doesn't. Anyone else here ever go to theirs? What's it like? It's not until October. Plenty of time to decide, I suppose. And to lose a few pounds, but with this corn chip craving, I may just gain a few!