It's a stressball heart!
Nothing says I love you like
"I can take your heart and crush it in my hands,"
or "I can stomp on your heart at will."
I love the ludicracy of this item. And for a dollar. How can you go wrong?
So after I took the heart pictures, I was going to make supper and wanted to use the cookware I got for Christmas. I took it from its box and found this on the pots:
What could I possibly cook that would require my pots to be reinforced with titanium? Makes me want to find something to cook that would make me feel really good that I had titanium and not, say, stainless steel, or copper, or Pyrex. But that's a quest for another day.
And I just wanted to mention this. On a recent shopping trip over the border to an American Price Chopper I picked this up solely for the label:If you look close, you'll see this is Lee Iaccoca's Olivio Margarine.
All I remember about him is that he was the saviour of Chrysler Corp a few decades ago. Maybe all that high level stress did him in and he looked for a good heart-healthy margarine, couldn't find one, so he made one.
I don't know.
Cars, margarine, corporations, stress hearts, quantanium. It's a lot to ponder on a frosty January day. Sometimes the world seems ridiculous to me.