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I attended eWomen Reno networking last night. I had a complete blast with my girlfriends not just at the event but afterward when we all retired to the Peppermill lounge to chat and laugh. It got pretty funny, and I'm not going to specifically cite the culprits of this conversation. But after a drink, the mouths ran over. Pretty soon we began to explore the erotic nature of chocolate. As I sat with my partially consumed shot of Patron (yuck! I'm not drinking that anymore) and listened and participated in the "scrumptious" and dare I say decadent discussion of the various naughty ways one could use chocolate, I laughed until my side had a stitch. So I'll give you the highlight reel, which included uproarious explorations of what one could do with a chocolate-covered banana (your minds are going crazy now) or various chocolate dipping products one might imagine for various, how shall we say, erogenous zones. As the evening progressed, we also discussed my book (tw...

In my renewed state of mental clarity (I had insomnia for a week and finally slept 14 hours last night to make up for it), I decided today's topic should be something completely ridiculous, unimportant and senseless. So for my followers, here goes the great debate of meaninglessness: do you prefer French fries or potato chips? For the sake of our absurd and idiotic argument, let's break down the important component of our crunchy friends. French fries are crisp (not crispy), long and lean and if prepared to my preference, loaded with plenty of fat and salt (and I hear McDonald's throws in some sugar just to addict us). Now in comparison, potato chips are flat, thin, crispy and hopefully once more salty. Have I made my preference for salt known yet? Yes, bring on the sodium and don't forget a side of heart attack. Which do I prefer? Well, to this day no one has trumped the McDonald's French fry. Try as they may, I still can't help myself. In-and-Out Burger gives ...