I found this oddity at Target in the stocking stuffer aisle. For five bucks, it promised I might find an actual diamond in 1 out of 24 boxes. Plus it was in an irresistably shiny foil box. SOLD. Whatever this item was. SOLD.
And when I opened the box and discovered these items inside, my excitement was 10/10. Maybe even 11/10:
I mean, look! Tiny digging instruments! A near-useless brush! A GIANT HUNK OF HARD BLUE SAND.
10 minutes later…
ADHD Me has arrived. I can’t take it anymore. This thing is grindy to do. This mallet is useless. I’m ready to take this thing out back and throw it at a wall.
20 minutes later…
Welp, I didn’t get a diamond. Enter day-ruining soul-crushing disappointment. In the words of Charlie Brown, I got a rock.