I don't usually like to keep sugar cereals in the house. I'm pretty fond of my Special K ripoff "Active Lifestyle...with strawberries". It's just sweet enough for me to enjoy a bowl, but not go back for 3 or 4 more after. This is my problem with sugar cereals. They're like crack to me. I can't get enough.
So Mike went grocery shopping yesterday and came back with this. It was a sweet gesture (no pun intended) because he knows I love it. Lucky Charms is one of the best tasting cereals (?) ever invented. Those little marshmallows make my taste buds sing! But what my wonderful boyfriend does not know is that that scary little leprechaun is now my scary little crack dealer. I can almost here his high pitched girly voice calling from the cupboard.."Summer, isn't it time for your lucky charms?".
Mike will come home and I'll be sitting on the edge of the couch, bug-eyed, gnawing on my chewed fingernails, with empty bowls of cereal all around me. He can't be upset. I'm a slave to the addiction.