About a year and a half ago, my grandpa remarried a woman named Norma Day. Because she's not my real grandma, we call her Gran-Norma. Gran-Norma is a gem, and I love her.
This week, I've come to understand. You see, it is the last week before spring break, so I've been trying really hard not to have to go to the store, a.) because I don't have tons of money to spend and b.)because I don't want to leave too much here over the break. I think this is understandable. So, under my bed I have one of those giant tupperware things, and it contains my food storage. Lately it's been looking mighty scanty, along with my cabinet in the kitchen. In neither of my storage locations do I have any cereal... but I do have two boxes of oatmeal. So, what's for breakfast? Oatmeal, of course!
Ok, so I've really only had to eat it twice this week, but I'm going to have it for breakfast tomorrow too, and I have the feeling that if I had to eat it every morning for longer than a week, it might start to ware on me. So here's to you, Gran-Norma, for speaking the truth, you are one wise woman!