Pics

So I wanted to show you two pictures. Both were taken with my phone, so aren't of the highest quality, but both made me laugh.

Here's a pic I took while I was shopping for groceries yesterday:



Can you see what it says at the bottom? "Find JELL-O Pudding in the dry pudding aisle!" I find this so amusing. First of all, JELL-O Pudding is commanding me to find its products (even shouting at me, what with that exclamation point), and second . . . it's assuming my grocery store has an aisle devoted solely to dry pudding. Dorks. Or am I the dork for laughing out loud at this and then snapping a picture in the supermarket?

Anyway. On to the second picture.

Here's proof of the rural nature of the town I grew up in. One of my aunts volunteers at the local second-hand store, and one of her jobs is to go through the clothing that comes in. Sometimes she finds odd things in the pockets, and if she thinks my dad would appreciate them, she passes them along. I was at my parents' for a bit Saturday, visiting with my dad in his garage, when he pulled this out of a Christmas-themed Ziplock bag she gave him:



It's a fully loaded clip from a gun. I mean, I grew up in a house with parents who hunted with both rifles and bows and arrows, and I learned to use them both at an early age. I have no issues with guns when they're treated with care and respect. But . . . imagine finding a loaded clip at your local op-shop. It takes a certain kind of culture to come up with something like that.

Please ignore the slight blur in the picture (I was laughing) and the ink on my hand.

And now I must go back to work.