The dye packs used by banks to protect money in case of robbery has nothing on his breakfast cereal loaded with fiber bombs. I've been taking my cereal box to work with me..just seems easier than pouring it into a container then hauling the container home to wash it. Yesterday, I left my cereal box sitting on my desk at work. Upon arriving home, I realized it was there because I wanted a half of a bowl of cereal as my afternoon snack…so…investigating in the cupboard, I found "his" cereal. I normally respect his stash and he respects my stash…but it looked sooo good. I had half a bowl…it satisfied..I was happy. Until the fiber bombs started blowing about 3 hours later…I doubted he would put two and two together until he opened the box this morning – and then only if he had it sitting a particular way or place in the cupboard where he might notice something amiss…and if he noticed the fiber explosions…he didn't say anything…probably thought I swallowed to much air while bitching.
It's Friday for most people…it's a little gloomy here a few spits of rain…but what else is new
until next time….