If you look at the driver's seat of my car, you'll see evidence of snacking - remnants of nuts, the odd raisin or two, and maybe even a whole cracker. It's not something that I'm proud of.
I car-eat. A lot.
I carry food and water with me everywhere I go. No, I'm not preparing for the apocalypse, although my dad would be proud if I was. I just don't like to get caught with my pants down, snack-wise. If I get too thirsty or hungry, I get....um....cranky. (And that's putting it politely.)
For Christmas this year, my best friend Erica** gave me these:
