Ich Bin Ein French Fry.
Just put them on the bed a few nights ago.
They are not lovely and deep burgundy and matching my curtains AT ALL. They are red. Ketchup Red. Seriously, the exact same color as tomato ketchup.
So all night long, I am laying there, thinking I must be a french fry.
I am going to guess that the lighting in the store is maybe just a TAD different than sunlight/house lamp light.
Pass the salt, please.