You know how kids slip stuff into the shopping cart when you're not looking? They never outgrow it. I took three 18 yr olds down to WA with me a few weeks back. We always stop at the local Fred Meyer for the weekend's groceries. You DON'T want to get caught at the border with anything uncooked, but that's a story for another time.
At the checkout I discover I've paid for Fruity Pebbles, a six pack of Pabst and frozen White Castle hamburgers. Yesterday B saw these:
Grapples, that would be grape flavoured apples. Grape flavoured apples at a buck a piece. I had heard about interesting fruit crosses and this one intrigued me so I gave in. I should have read the label. They are nothing more than mere apples infused with artificial flavouring. They weren't too bad, like eating apples and washing them down with grape drink.
Much older and presumably wiser, C slipped this in today at our local Italian grocery store. Ah, Bosa Foods, but that, too, is another story:
His weakness. Not a battle I'm choosing to fight this time. It was only 35 grams of bad.
I slipped something into my cart this week, too. My e-bay cart. A bag of Noro Silk Garden in one of the lighter colourways, perfect for a springy Lady Eleanor the Second. I'll show you a picture when it gets here. We all need to cheat with a treat now and then.
Life's a Stitch 
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