Yesterday, DH and I went to this mammoth store to buy some new guppies. I was rooting for goldfish, but figured I would feel way too guilty when I eventually killed them. As we were walking around, the temptation to take pictures of all the interesting English proved too great, and I indulged. I have decided to share my photographical prowess with y'all and post them. Enjoy or not. It's a post, right?

Crunky. And Bake. Chocolate bars. Sounds like a bad policeman pairing if you ask me. It's almost as bad as the Blackie toothpaste they used to sell in Taiwan when I lived there. What the hell are these supposed to taste like, anyway?

In the infamous words of Steve Martin ala Saturday Night Live, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" (and I wrote it all big like just so you could see it, but you have to get the right intonation, so make sure you twang. That's an order.) It's obviously some sort of candy, and I only know that because it says that in the name, candy, but past that, the scary nightmarish camouflage rabbit with teeth and no harelip freaks me out. It's that kind of stuff that will wake me up in the middle of the night. That and the father who showed me pictures of his son's brain surgery last week. I still can't get that picture out of my head. Not in a good way.

Hunh. Interesting.
And there you have it, y'all. Super exciting documentation of my trip out the gates and into the land of Sanrio. That and a 40 dollar melon. I'll give you a hint. It's the one with the gold embellishment on the stem.