Oooooh, nooo, Mr. Dill!

There I was at lunch, reading my book and absentmindedly crunching on a dill pickle, when I happened to glance down.  Staring up at me, a little concerned looking yet faintly cheery, was a face in my pickle. 

Two perfect eyes and a mouth reminiscent of Mr. Bill.

I cracked up.  For awhile.  Obviously, I couldn't just continue crunching.  (Or is that only obvious to me?!)  In any case, I scooped him up and set him aside.

I considered sharing with my co-workers, but was fairly sure they wouldn't think it was quite as hilarious as I did. Oh well.

Yes, I saved him all day long.  I even took him out of his Tupperware in the afternoon and cracked myself up all over again.

And, yes, I carried him home on the train in a paper bag, took pictures, and wrote a blog about him.

Because I'm a dork like that and easily amused, apparently.  So here he is...Mr. Dill!

I'm thinking of introducing him to Mr. Mutant M&M Man...my find from a few months ago.

Oh, boy, how silly.  G'nite, all...