For those of you that don’t know already, I’ve got a thing with veins. I don’t want to see them, touch me, hurt them, talk about them, blog about them, etc, etc. Cotton balls and veins-- like my Achilles Heel. So, with that in mind, can you imagine how I felt when I saw this in my usual morning Kroger brand Chicken and Stars soup?
Yeah, those are chicken veins. *Gag* from a very vieny chicken. *Urp*
That shiny metal thing under the yuck is the wrapper to my poptart, the thing I opted to eat instead of vein soup.
(I apologize for the graphics, I don‘t have adobe Photoshop CS on my computer right now, I‘m working strictly with Paint).
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