Location: Dublin, Ireland
Bowl of meatballs, anyone?

Location: My kitchen. I mean, my friend's kitchen. I don't eat frozen meals. Nope. Never.
The sadface chicken chunk freaked me out a little. I mean, was that some sort of code from the packaging plant? "Don't eat this frozen entree because, not only does it look disgusting, we've also slipped in a little something that will kill you faster than the sky-high levels of sodium"?

Location: Shipshewana, IN
As a couple dear friends and I perused the many, many craft shops in this small Amish town a few days after Thanksgiving, we saw lovely quilts, beautiful hand-painted treasures, masterfully built furniture... and this. Heath and I spotted it at the same time and our dumbfounded reaction was the same: What is... what are they... I don't...

Thank you, camera phone, for being there when it counts.
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And thank you, Kristen, for making me smile in the middle of a craptastic Monday.
I think that the tofu just realized "hey I'm tofu!" and that's why he started frowning.
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