Cranberry Almond Crack

So last night I bought a box of Cranberry Almond Crunch.

I rarely buy this cereal because it’s expensive and such a small portion that it’s barely enough for 3 bowls of cereal. But we needed a boost this week and I splurged.

Confession: sometimes when I buy Cranberry Almond Crunch, I hide it so Austin doesn’t eat the whole box in one sitting. I know it’s ridiculous to be so excited for a cereal, but have you tasted it? They should call it Cranberry Almond Crack.

This time I decided to be generous and leave the box in plain sight.

Even though I didn’t fall asleep until 2:30am last night due to big belly syndrome, I got up at 8:00am just because I couldn’t wait to eat a big tasty bowl of its crunchy goodness. But when I opened the cupboard and pulled out the box, there were only crumbs in the bottom of the bag.

I was -how you say- livid. My mouth hung wide open as I tried to process why my spouse, the father of my child, would be such a major arse. Soon cupboard doors were slamming as I started preparing a long speech about selfishness, disrespect, and doomed marriages. I had 5 separate points.

Austin is working for our landlord right now, redoing our apartment hallway, so I marched out the door in my bathrobe, hair askew, waving that box of cereal, and started my embarrassingly long speech about his egregious crime. I said Are you kidding me at least twice.

The whole time he’s just looking at me, kind of smug, not saying a word. When I temporarily ran out of hot air, he said, “are you done?”, walked inside, and showed me where he put my half–sealed in a glass lock container so it wouldn’t get stale. The crumbs in the bag were just to get a rise out of me.

Though this is still quite rude, I will step down off my very high horse and concede that it was funny and I did not need to get so worked up over a box of cereal. Lesson (probably not) learned.

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