Actually, I think the pop tart innards that I wore in my hair the second half of the day yesterday thanks to my younger son probably looked really cute. I was almost disappointed when I found them and wiped them out after work. But then I was happy again because I ate them.
Which was better than last weekend, when I picked up a bitten, slobbery-soft McDonald's McNugget from the playroom floor and finished it. I have no idea how long it had been there, but hey, it was a McNugget. WE DON'T WASTE MCNUGGETS 'ROUND THESE PARTS.
Especially the ones that come in my favorite shape--the shape that all of those healthy people who like to complain about McNuggets call "unnatural."
Unnatural my ass. I love that shape--you know the one I'm talking about; the one with the little thing I like to call the "handle" sticking up at the top. It makes the McNuggets so much easier to grab and dip. I always pray that the majority of the nuggets in my 20-piece box will come in that shape.
I remember once my little sister said she didn't like McNuggets. I had gasped. "Well, you're obviously not DIPPING them right!" I'd exclaimed.
To me, there's hardly a thing in the world more delicious. Unless you count cheesy Ramen noodles or a Banquet frozen Swedish meatball meal, in which case I'd say we have a 3-way tie.