Cheerio Masaker (sp?)
“Good morning Americaâ?, I thought-yawned as I sludged down the stairs. It was five in the morning on a Sunday. Yes, I understand. No, I am not crazy. I see your mouthes dropping in horror. “FIVE O CLOCK !â? you say. Yes five. So what, I’m a morning person!
I scoured the some what bare cuboards for my favorite, most delicious morning food in the whole wide wide wide wide wide wide world…. drumm rooooooll CHERIOS . The only cerial to be scientificaly proven to lower cholestoral, I might add.
O thank God they were there! I yanked the ice cold milk outa the fridge. Closing the door as soon as i could. I may like the morning, but a blast of shockingly cold air in the face is never a favorite no matter how un-godly the hour may be. Got the spoon, and happily made my little bowl of heaven
“I love cheriosâ?, I said as I dug in.
“We love you tooâ?, they answered,â? just dont EAT US !!!!!!!!!!!â?
I screamed like a little girl.