Yesterday, the Hubster and I hit the grocery store to buy some necessary stuff and a whole lotta high caloric shit that we don't need (hey, Pillsbury cookie dough was on sale for 2 for $5. I wasn't passing that up.... neither are my thighs or mini-Buddha belly).
As we were wandering aimlessly through the freezer section, I glanced at the Toaster Strudels, trying to decide if I wanted any. Here's what I found:
Whaaa? No, please don't confuse me any more than I already am. I'm going to expect presents AND an Easter basket delivered by a rabbit wearing a red and white suit. Instead of an egg hunt, I assume there'll be an ornament hunt.
In case you're wondering - no, I didn't buy any Toaster Strudels. After seeing this hot mess of the seasons colliding, I couldn't even bear to get any regular-non-limited-edition flavors.