I wanted to have a bowl of cereal this morning. However, the new bag resisted my initial attempts to open it until it suddenly burst and toasted oats coruscated through my kitchen like underfoot-crunching manna from heaven. The bag split completely in half so every bit went to waste. I should stick with peanut-buttered toast. My break-fast was simultaneously broken and unbroken.
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Dude…5 second rule.
Unless your floor is THAT dirty. Which I am guessing it is not. You seem tidy.
Actually, I mopped yesterday. But it took 10 minutes to clean up all the toasted oats. They were everywhere. I even brought some to work with me…somehow.
Haha…I never fail to have similar cereal-opening incidents. Haven’t had to worry about it for a while though, as the milk in my fridge expired six weeks ago.
Um, I am not tidy.
Update: My freshman year of HS my older sister and I were eating breakfast. She in a suit for an interview and I in my Mags uniform. A sudden, but innocent, movement by myself caused her to think I was going to hit her so she threw her bowl of cheerios at me. In turn, I tossed my cup of orange juice at her face and dared to watch it stain her new suit before running for my life to the bus. I was picking cheerios out of my bra for hours.
That is all.
UPDATE: I just found two toasted oats in my pocket.