Every morning, my husband prepares this for me:
My daily dose of antioxidants. That's my five pieces of pitted dried prunes, in case you're wondering. Um, after it's been mashed by the various contents of my humongous bag. But hey, it's still clean. And tastes the same even if they've been smushed beyond recognition into one big piece instead of 5 little ones.
Nobody but me wants to eat it. Unless they're really, really hungry. But only when there's no other alternative.
My friend says it looks gross. I kinda agree.
It looks like a lump of (fill in the blank).
I'm feeling (and looking) like that little lump. Caught Joshua's bad cold and have a splitting headache. I knew I shouldn't have gotten up this morning.