I don’t know why but whenever I think of potatoes, that song comes to my mind. I’ll be at work and just start saying that. I don’t want to bash the potato. I like it. I just don’t love it. Kind of strange too. I am Irish and being Irish, you’d think I would eat them up like there’s no tomorrow. My sister does. It’s disgusting. She’d take four or five potatoes and toss them in the microwave. Nothing on them. Just plain. No butter, no sour cream, no bacon, chives, or chili. Just a plain potato. It wouldn’t be such a big deal but she’s not even 100 pounds and is about 5′4. Where she puts it, who knows.

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