Yes, I bought a box of Captain Crunch the other day. I know, it lacerates the inside of my mouth but I love it. The berries are the best. Didn't they manufacture a box with the berries only once? I wish they would do that again. I dig that stuff. I had to fight off Mackson for control of the box, and even though he had several bowls, I got what I needed from it. Namely love and comfort in the form of food.
I also have 12 days until everything is due, finals not included.
Note to Harold: I will need this Saturday and next Saturday to myself. Alone, no husband, no children. I need to spend some serious time with my computer, pumping out papers. I regret that it has come to this, and that I am a terrible time manager, but I know you will understand. Because, in exactly 23 days I will be walking down the aisle at the Marriott Center, wearing a black cap and gown, with a pretty tassel (of what color I am not sure), prancing along to get a piece of paper I have been striving to obtain for over 20 years. And despite the fact that I am about to gross out the other readers of this blog I need to tell you....I LOVE YOU! You have been the best husband, friend, supporter any girl could ever ask for. I know these past 9 months haven't been easy, but we are rounding the last corner of a 26.2 mile marathon, can you see the finish line? My body and mind hurt but are numb at the same time, I have soiled my clothes, my carb storage is depleted (work with me here), and I have sworn off any marathons in the future. But I can see you there, cheering, loving. You rock.