Seven hours into our nine hour trek home from a weekend up in Humboldt County:
Brian: I can't believe I'm letting Adriana just reach in to the bag of Pirate's Booty.*
Me: Why? Is that somehow worse than handing her pieces to eat?
Brian: It just gives me images of her parked on a couch, watching TV with a bag of Cheetos.
Me: But this is totally different. These are the Whole Foods version of Cheetos, and she's listening to NPR. In a Prius.
*Actual conversation did not contain hyperlink. Although that would be totally awesome. And also maybe possible if I had an iPhone. I'm pretty sure iPhones do that sort of thing.