Dear Green Smoothie,
You have always been my enemy. I try and try and try to like you because I know how good you are for me, but every time, every single time, I try, I can’t ever finish a glass of you. Bleh. Gross. Ew.
Now, however, I’ve discovered a way. Owen liked you. In fact, he cried when it was my turn for a sip. Maybe this will be your redemption. We shall see.