Sometimes, I Read Minds

Sweetman’s mind, anyway.  And, believe you me, that is dang hard to do.  He’s got one stinkin’ brilliant mind.

 

Anywho, I present to you Exhibit A (wherein, I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store this weekend):

 

Please don’t look too closely at what-all else was in the cart, K?

 

It’s either eery or sad.  I can’t decide.

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