So yesterday my dad came into the house with a sheepish look on his face, and he said, "Don't jump on the bed tonight, Emily."  Completely mystified, I asked him why, and he said there had been a little accident in the garage. 

I immediately raced out to the garage (which is right below my bedroom), and saw something that nearly made my eyes fall out of my head like a cartoon character's.  One of the three beams that hold up the ceiling, (specifically the one directly below my bed) was almost split in half.

Yesterday, some of my friends and I did not have the class period after lunch, so we went to a store called T.J. Maxx, which my friends said is a "knock off store"?  I think that means that this is a store that carries things that are less expensive than if they were a a name brand store.  Anyways, it was quite fun to explore this place.

We found a doll that pees and poops, a figurine of a black Santa Claus (something that I had no idea existed and almost purchased), and some amazing old-fashioned hats.  I believe that we could have spent hours in this store and we would not have grown bored.

Towards the end of our exploration, we went to the book aisle, and I found something that shocked and appalled me.  It truly left me speechless. 

My friends were wandering to the picture frames when they returned to see me staring at this item with huge eyes.  I was almost catatonic. 

Maybe I should have poured bleach into my eyes.  Maybe I should have fled the store, screaming at the top of my lungs.  Now, all I can say is that I am traumatized for life... possibly even longer.

Are you curious now?  Are you already scrolling down to see what this horrible thing is?

Well, go ahead and look at your own risk.  I accept no liability for any side affects or PTSD that may occur from what you are about to see. 

Here we go.