Middle Grandson is taking college calculus this year. From home. He studied and studied and studied and studied and then he studied some more. Then he took the test.
When he came to the kitchen for his next meal, he was pretty wrung out. His mother apologized for not having put enough seasoning in whatever the main dish was.
With an air of utter gloom, he intoned:
Tastes like life: dull, bland, and hopeless.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about spice.