Pause for A Moment of Hysteria

There is this gift bag that is stalking me. I swear that it is. I keep putting it away and it always ends up back on the kitchen table. I'm not exactly sure who or what is doing this. *cough* JM.*cough* (He's trying to drive me crazy, I think.) I normally wouldn't mind it too much, but it is starting to freak me out. Hopefully, you'll understand what I'm talking about after you see this picture.



You still don't get it? At first glance, this Superman bag might seem harmless. But it's childish fun is so very deceptive. I'm finding that I'm being stared at while eating breakfast and it's very disturbing.


His piercing blue eyes won't let go of mine. I can't look away. During meals, I would just stare and stare. JM would look at me like I was crazy. But I'm not crazy. I mean, Superman is obviously staring at me!



Can't you feel yourself being sucked in, too? Even as I write this post, I feel like it's watching me.





Which is why I just hid that bag in the cupboard under the sink. It will never be seen again. Sorry, Superman.