We went to the home show this weekend. Imagine Sean's surprise when he looked up while waiting for me to exit the ladies' room...

DIY kits for what?? Dang. I thought you needed a medical license or professional help....

We actually had to walk around the side of the aisle to the way the display was *intended* to be read to see what they were selling.

Poor choice to be on the end of the aisle, no? Or maybe it was intended as an attention-grabber?