There are few things that will convince me to eat in the morning. One is the smell of fresh fruit; one is my dog biting at my pajama pant leg to get me out of bed and feed her; and one is a well-dressed and mysteriously attractive (tall, dark and handsome) man showing up at my door with roses (insert alternate flower here) and frozen birthday cake. That about completes the list.And then today happened.
They were just sitting there on the table. That box, with the morning sun scintillating off its cardboard and ink surface... Stephen had forgotten to return it to the cupboard ... fool.
There was no one around except el chupeneibre. And so I gave in.
And ate a full bowl of Golden Grahams before the crunch had time to escape.
Yes Jon, you were right all along.
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i ate a whole bag of gold fish once, like, 2 hours ago. mmmm...cheesy fish...
Lol... I read that too fast and thought you were talking about *real* goldfish. I was like, "How's that?"
Jon: "B.bb..but I like the cookie."
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