"Why is there nothing to eaaattttt?" I bellowed, looking at Kristin accusingly.
"I have to do the dishes. And clean the kitchen. And take out the trash. I do the best I can!" she whined right back at me.
"Do you? DO YOU?" I screamed. Then I relaxed and decided to eat peanut butter crackers.
"We don't have any crackers."
"What!? God dammit. Fine, peanut butter oyster crackers."
She looked at me with disgust. "Oyster crackers? That's weird. What about cheerios?"
"Peanut butter cheerios? That's weirder." But then memories started trickling back. It wasn't weird, it was perfect.
I took off a semester in college and spent a lot of time at Kristin's in Atlanta. For weeks at a time, I holed up in her haunted room watching Passions, reading and eating copious amounts of my special concoction of peanut butter, cheerios and raisins. I was too poor to afford anything else and I never got tired of it. I know the concoction followed me to my dorm in Tampa, but can't recall it making its way over the bridge with me to St. Pete. Somewhere along the way this great joy that was once in my life got lost.
And now it's back. I've eaten four bowls of it since last night. I'm looking forward to tomorrow when I'll eat at least two more! Happiness here I come!
- Megan Leigh
5 comments:
Gross. And 4 bowls?! This sounds like something that would counteract any exercise regime you may have
You ate that here, too. At least it sounds good for you! Why aren't you helping with dishes and cooking up a storm?
I wash dishes and clean plenty! I just don't complain or sigh or pound my feet loudly while doing it.
I am very glad to hear that.
I always say if you aren't making noise, it doesn't count!
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