So, I was looking at a box of tissues the other day.  They're like, three years old, but because I kept forgetting about them in my basement, it wasn't until today that I actually brought them up.  Anyways, so there is me, drinking my tea, right?  And I am looking at this stupid box. It was like, snowmen baking gingerbread cookies in a hot oven with a white, snowy backround.  But, really, isn't baking cookies like suicide for snowmen?   Why would you even engage in an activity, all the while knowing you were going to melt anyways?  What is the point?  This was the point I got really angry.



I threw away the box.



Damn you, snowmen.