After doing the happy dance (luckily there was no one else in the aisle), I scooped up the entire supply and whisked them home. Which means I now have a three and a half year supply of sponges to go with my black rubber gloves. (I'm stopping myself from visiting every other supermarket in the city and cleaning (hardy har) them out too.)
My dish washing accessories coordinate. My life is fulfilled.
Hee hee - love the black rubber gloves!
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