I’m not a morning person.
Probably the worst thing about this pet peeve is that it’s surest to happen in the morning, when your eyes are squinted and your temper is short.
Pick your favorite blue plastic bowl with the flowers, find that one spoon that you always like to use. Stumble into the pantry and select your favorite brand of sugary, crunchy goodness.
Pour, baby, pour.
Now it’s time for the milk, so you open up the fridge and…nothing. At first you think it’s a mistake, so you scan the kitchen counters to see if the milk is already out, but it isn’t. You can move stuff around in the fridge all you want, but it’s no use…besides, you keep the milk in the same spot every day. It’s gone.
The way I see it, you have two options: either pour those Cocoa Puffs back into the box (and die a little inside), or go ahead and eat those suckers dry.
But realizing that your hearts, stars, and horseshoes, clovers and blue moons, pots of gold and rainbows, and me red balloons will have to survive without milk in the morning is heart-wrenching, and that one moment that you realize the milk is gone slightly knocks your wind out.
I’m right there with you.