Then She Tried to Kill Me
03/10/07 07:08 AM Filed in: Stories
It wasn't five minutes
after I had awaken from my traumatic dreams that
Jenna cheerily said, "Do you want some Lucky Charms
and a Pop Tart, The Kid?" (Never let it be said that
Jenna used my real name, except when I was in
trouble.) Of course, I agreed. I wandered into the
kitchen and grabbed the large box of Lucky Charms.
"The bigger box was cheaper than the little box," she announced.
"Yah, isn't it usually?"
"No, I mean actually cheaper! Total price. Not like, proportionally."
"Oh, well, that's cool." I poked through various cupboards until I found the bowls. Jenna handed me the milk and told me where the silverware was. I poured the milk on my cereal and went back into the Living Room to eat my prized bowl of Lucky Charms. I hadn't had Lucky Charms in FOREVER! I downed the entire bowl (while writing that last blog post). Jenna came out of the bathroom and said,
"The Kid, we have to go to Tom Thumb's and get cherries now so we can make a pie. Hurry up and get your shoes on."
"Fine," I grumbled as I unleashed a kick in her direction. I missed.
I put my bowl in the kitchen just as Jenna looked at me and said, "The Kid, did you actually eat that whole bowl of cereal?" "Um... Yah. Why wouldn't I?"
"Dude, that milk was sour! It expired like five days ago!"
"WHAT?! You could have told me that BEFORE I drank the entire bowl!!"
"Yah, sorry about that, The Kid. We also need to get new milk and Tom Thumb's."
Needless to say, I shot several glares in her direction during the car ride to Tom Thumb's grocery store.
"The bigger box was cheaper than the little box," she announced.
"Yah, isn't it usually?"
"No, I mean actually cheaper! Total price. Not like, proportionally."
"Oh, well, that's cool." I poked through various cupboards until I found the bowls. Jenna handed me the milk and told me where the silverware was. I poured the milk on my cereal and went back into the Living Room to eat my prized bowl of Lucky Charms. I hadn't had Lucky Charms in FOREVER! I downed the entire bowl (while writing that last blog post). Jenna came out of the bathroom and said,
"The Kid, we have to go to Tom Thumb's and get cherries now so we can make a pie. Hurry up and get your shoes on."
"Fine," I grumbled as I unleashed a kick in her direction. I missed.
I put my bowl in the kitchen just as Jenna looked at me and said, "The Kid, did you actually eat that whole bowl of cereal?" "Um... Yah. Why wouldn't I?"
"Dude, that milk was sour! It expired like five days ago!"
"WHAT?! You could have told me that BEFORE I drank the entire bowl!!"
"Yah, sorry about that, The Kid. We also need to get new milk and Tom Thumb's."
Needless to say, I shot several glares in her direction during the car ride to Tom Thumb's grocery store.