You know what I f*ing hate? I sat down yesterday, chopped a ton of onion to make onion soup and now my itchi brain part that is in charge of hating certain food and food texture decided that onion soup isn't it and that it doesn't smell good. Wtf brain? You ate onion soup over the whole winter and did not complain once? I CHOPED SPICY GERMAN ONIONS FOR OVER HALF AN HOUR :c be grateful atleast...
"We'll fix it in post" is a phrase from the film industry, but it is inherently funnier when it's spoken by a writer because--tragic--you are also the post-production team.
Fun story. My niece (6 1/2) and I (21) were eating out. We got the check and three chupachups lollipops. My niece grabs all three because she is a candy eating lil cute monster, and the following dialog happens:
Me: "Can I have one?"
Niece *gives me de apple one, changes her mind gives me de orange one and takes the apple one away*
Me: "Thank you"
Niece *nods in professional*
A few minutes of comfortable silence in which I'm eating the lollipop and waiting for the change.
Nieces out of the sudden: "How does it taste? Does it taste like your childhood? You miss it, I know. "