Every day I see my kids off to school and my husband off to work all neat and tidy and with nice, packed lunches full of fiber, fruit and frills, then I go to the garage and dig out "my stash".
French bread, butter and blue cheese.
I whack that loaf open and stuff it full of butter and blue cheese, wrap that sucker in foil and put it in 350-degree oven for the first half of "The View", then I open the foil and let it go until those chicks stop whining. Then I slice that thing up and pile it on a plate and go face down in that stuff until it's time to clean the toilet.
Bash away. I know my heart already wants to have me killed.