Last night, for “dessert”, I had a mug of instant oatmeal. Granted, it was peaches and cream, my favourite artificially-flavoured oatmeal, but still, it was oatmeal. (I’m getting a little tired of all fruit, all the time.)
“How sad,” the Girl stated, as she carefully licked her cone of Neapolitan ice cream.
Yes, how sad indeed.