2000-10-27
Dear Diary:

The grocery stores are full of Hallowe'en candy and as I strolled down the aisles the other day I wondered where I had gone wrong.

I was having little flashbacks to when I was a kid and my parents would ration out my Hallowe'en haul, only let me have so much candy at a time. Back then I would think to myself, "Just wait until I grow up ..." planning a life of endless candy, ice cream, cake, and cookies, with root beer flowing like water.

Did it happen?

Um, not really. No one filled me in on the fine print, eh, the part that says when you grow up you might also have to act like an adult.

You can imagine my bitterness.

To make it worse, I'm married to a guy with cholesterol problems. My shopping cart mostly holds disgusting stuff like soymilk, cranapple juice, fresh fruit, veggies, chicken ...

EWWWWWWWW.

I don't know what I'd do without the cereal aisle. It's the one place where I can indulge my inner child.

Neither of us eats cereal for breakfast, but my spousal unit likes to eat it for a late night snack. So when I buy it for him I read the ingredient/nutrition information on the boxes (*groan*) picking stuff that's low fat (sigh), high fibre (*sigh*) and just generally good for you (*SIGH*).

But then from time to time I'll also buy something incredibly stupid because I know it will crack Paul up.

I love it that the cereal makers make goofiness like this, it makes my day. I used to worry that I would run out of incredibly stupid cereals, but fortunately the manufacturers seem to have caught my niche market and every so often my store will stock some new bit of silliness. Behold this week's purchase:

Yep, bits of cereal shaped to look like itsy bitsy teeny weeny slices of French toast, right down to little brown crusts. They have the texture and flavour of crunchy cardboard dipped in sugar, with a slight essence of corn flake tossed in.

I bought them as a joke and figured that after a bowl, the spousal unit would go back to his favourite, Cheerios.

Well, it seems the joke's on me.

Paul loves them.

Uh oh.

--Marn

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