What was I thinking?

At long last, now is your chance to try to think the way I do! I do not have a handy instruction manual, so you will just have to try to imagine you are I (and you can start by drawing the world’s attention to your/my proper grammar, the implementation of which I know makes me sound like a cognac-snifting, ascot-wearing twit) — that’s it … luxuriate in it … revel in it … bask … baste … roast at 450 degrees for 45 minutes or until tender — and tell me what I thought when I saw this display in the window at The Home Depot on West 23rd Street on my way home from the gym (always with the gym, this one, always with the gym … brains and brawn … is there anything she can’t do?) (she can’t get to the point to save her life, that’s what). Do not tell me what you would think. Tell me what you think I thought.

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Hint: The name of the photo will not help in the least.
Tip: I do all my best thinking in a thinking cap. You may wish to follow suit.