There were four boxes of Pop-Tarts in my house. Now there’s only one…and it’s Wildberry. It will remain in my home forever because no one here, including my small child who will devour anything even remotely sugary, will eat them. Mainly because they’re a culinary abomination. The only reason they made it out of the store in the first place is because marketing blessed them with a box so colorful that my kid couldn’t help but be draw to them like a moth to a flame. I’d throw them away but I’m pretty sure that there’s a law about dumping them anywhere that’s not specifically set up to receive the devil tarts, much in the same way one would dispose of old oil. I don’t know where the proper facility is.
These are the thoughts I have when I’m sick, the products of a diseased mind! Have a great weekend, Blues Travelers!!
