first, i must pause for a moment. because lucky charms is a love found only as of last fall,
i came upon this information just today as i was searching this world wide web. back in 2000, the greatest cereal
man ever, the creator of lucky charms, john holahan, was killed in a car accident along with his wife.
you can catch the whole story here.
lucky fact:
on average, i eat lucky charms for breakfast 4 out of 7 days a week
lucky links:
lucky satisfaction:
thinking about lucky charms just makes me happy.
lucky truth:
they are magically delicious!
lucky wisdom:
the true lover of lucky charms carries a deep appreciation for those little oat pieces and the balance they
bring to the cereal.
lucky confession:
i was at a camp for 5 or 6 days at the beginning of the summer with a friend of mine from school.
for breakfast at this camp, they would serve some kind of hot item, but at each place setting on the table they would
just randomly place those little plastic, square, peel-off-the-paper-top cereals. my friend, knowing how very much i
love to catch my lucky charms, would always find a table in the morning that had a lucky charms bowl and save me that
seat [that's friendship in action, folks]. i mean, this is how much i love lucky charms! i even dug through a
whole box of those mini boxes to find my special cereal on the last day of that camp. this, this is my confession.
perhaps the hardest part of it all was on one of the last mornings. my friend and i happened to sit with another girl
[whom i'd never met] and she had pilfered two bowls of lucky charms. i was jealous. i think it was the
morning they had biscuits and this veeeeery thick gravy. i'm not a big gravy fan, and i definitely didn't want it that
thick. so i'm hungry [those little bowls, while special, are not overly filling] and tired and she had two bowls and
i only had one! it was tearing me up. but none of that compared to what happened next. she ate one of the
bowls with milk - the traditional and best way to enjoy your lucky charms - but the second bowl... i shudder even at
the memory... she opened it up, right in front of me, and began, one, by, one, to pick the marshmallows out
of the bowl and eat them, individually! dry! oh yes... she defiled them, right in front of me! when i was hungry!
and would you believe that she had the nerve, when i questioned her devotion to the lucky charms because of her terrible display,
she made some comment uh, uh, about the marshmallows and how shshshe ate them alone and something and how she liked to
eat them that way and and and did it often... OH! i can't even remember exactly what she said... my head was spinning with
fury and disappointment and hunger as we parted from that breakfast table. the pour plastic bowl sat sadly, still filled
with the beloved oats, the balance... betrayed.
lucky pictures:
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