My mom sent me my old Charlie Tuna rug! She mailed in many, many tuna can labels to get it when I was a kid. It's a little less than a meter long, and has rubber under the fabric, so it makes a great bathmat...that's what we're using it for.

When it arrived, susieredshoes told me that she'd had one just like it when *she* was a kid! Another sign that we were meant to be together ;)


For those of you who didn't grow up in the U.S., Charlie was an insane anthropomorphic tuna whose sole desire was to be butchered, canned, and eaten, but the cruel StarKist company endlessly refused his offered sacrifice because, although they admitted that he had good taste, they doubted that he tasted good. Seems like they could've killed him and seen whether he actually tasted good; he wouldn't have known whether he was acceptable, anyway. Oh well.