If I were an actual witch

[superbadgirl]

I am going to put a hex on the person who left a bag of Fritos, free for the taking, in the kitchen. I *heart* Fritos (can this be a hereditary thing? My grandpa loved them; my father loved them; I love them...) so much I cannot resist, despite the overwhelming greasiness. They make paper napkins rather transluscent, which speaks to much grease.

Mmmmm, Frito Love.