Life is heavy
This evening Alan and I had an early dinner of grilled hot dogs and mac-n-cheese (It was third grade chic meal...sometimes that's the best for a Saturday night.) so by 9pm I had stomach rumbles. Now in the evening, I get timed cravings usually. 6-8 it's sweet, 8-10 it's carbohydrates or sweet and 10-12 it's normally hot pockets or baked lays or string cheese. 9pm tummy growlies mean that I wanted cereal basicly. In the cabinet there are about 10 boxes of cereal, some unopened, but most of them at least half empty.
So, sweet and crunch craving... crispex maybe... no, the box is light and I might have a craving for them tomorrow and I don't want to run out. I reach for the Life and it's really empty feeling, so I decide to finish it out, and then open the new box. Life is damn heavy as far as cereal goes. It's like there's river rocks in the bottom of the box.
I think this is because there is no air space in the cereal. Like with Chex, they're little air filled pillows, but Life...Flat pillows. I HATE FLAT PILLOWS.
That's all. Just my rant about the weight of Life.
So, sweet and crunch craving... crispex maybe... no, the box is light and I might have a craving for them tomorrow and I don't want to run out. I reach for the Life and it's really empty feeling, so I decide to finish it out, and then open the new box. Life is damn heavy as far as cereal goes. It's like there's river rocks in the bottom of the box.
I think this is because there is no air space in the cereal. Like with Chex, they're little air filled pillows, but Life...Flat pillows. I HATE FLAT PILLOWS.
That's all. Just my rant about the weight of Life.