That giant bag of raw almonds in my desk drawer is so depressing I can hardly even think about it. Especially now, seeing a snack that would just brighten up my day. Stupid almonds, Y U NO CUTE?
Ahhhhhh doesn't that look refreshing? Laying out on liverwurst beach with an umbrella and a lettuce bush nearby for a snack. We've been having freak hailstorms with lightning and thunder and then suddenly it will be calm. I'm ready for a steady shot of sunshine. Any time now.
What is this gingerbread man singing about? First thought, "Frosty the Snowman" but look at his jaunty little hat and dramatic wide stance! He must be in the middle of an epic Vivaldi piece or something. He's serious. I'm going to let him finish his song before I eat him.
Making someone a sandwich, even as humble and simple as a good ol' pb&j is a real act of love. Just think of all the sandwiches you've eaten; aren't those made by someone especially for you a million times tastier than the ones you've made for yourself?