I've loved you for a very long time. I still have fond memories of the little Campbell Soup Kids cups that my mom got by sending in soup labels. I probably get something that you've made just for me each time I do my grocery shopping.
But today? You tried to ruin my lunch. I tore myself away from playing Pathwords on Facebook and warmed up a can of what I thought were Spaghettios with sliced franks. Instead? They were 'A to Zs' with sliced franks. The franks were the same as usual. They still tasted exactly the same as the meatballs, but they always have, so I'm okay with that.
It was your new 'A to Zs' that tortured me. Do you know how hard it is to spend hours each day trying to find words from a pile of letters, and then - when you're ready to take a bit of time off and enjoy Os and sliced franks - you find all the letters of the alphabet?
What were you trying to do to my poor mush brain?