The other day my husband walked in the door and yelled, "Come here and look at our mail."I'm not joking. Truth, as they say, is stranger than fiction.
Well, that's kinda scary. I figured either we'd won the Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes or we'd gotten in a bill we'd never be able to pay. So I walked into the kitchen where he stood, smiling. "Just flip through it," he said.
I did, and I noticed something odd. There were pink blotches all over every piece.
"Keep going," he instructed. (There was a lot of junk mail that day.)
Finally, I saw what he was grinning about. Attached to a now-pink-and-white envelope was this sticky note:
Maybe jello needs to come with a warning label.