I found a cowboy boot in my bag of baby carrots.
Since I live in Nashville, I like to think that I had a Johnny Cash cowboy boot sighting.
What could it mean?
It's kind of like seeing the Virgin Mary in your grilled cheese sandwich or Mother Theresa in your cinnamon roll, but with a honky-tonk twist. (No less spiritual, though. We're talking about the Man in Black.) Hmmm, I should market this thing and sell it on Ebay for millions...
Too bad I didn't think about that BEFORE I ATE IT. Yes folks, I ate Johnny Cash's carrot boot. And it was good. Have a great Monday.