Today J commented that I could blog about the piece of white something or other that might be plastic - or it might be a piece of a tooth - that I found pressed into a Twizzler. He also wants me to photograph it and send a note to the company that makes Twizzlers, but I am not sure I'm in the mood to compose such a letter. It's just a Twizzler, and I'll move on. In fact, I did move on after discovering it and simply reached into the bag and took out a different one.
Anyway, I wasn't going to blog about it, because really, isn't it kind of boring? But I guess I'm still thinking about it because here I am, blogging about it. :)
Incidentally, I hate having Twizzlers around the house because then I eat them. For so long they were primarily a treat I would buy before a long car trip (it's either Twizzlers or Skittles or Good-n-Plenties). I am trying to stock up on real fruits to have around the house for when I want a sweet snack, but I keep tending towards things like blueberries at our local farmers market and they are more expensive and easier to eat up quickly.
You know, as I think about it, it occurs me that it would be sort of ironic if it were a tooth pressed into that Twizzer. What better way to drive home the point that if you eat candy, your teeth will rot and fall out...