Last night, while chatting with my dear Hubby, we somehow got onto the topic of our cereal cupboard (we're married, what can I say?) He told me that we have 12 boxes of opened cereal. I laughed. Twelve boxes? Ya right. He insisted that he wasn't exaggerating.
This morning I went to pour some cereal and found that he was exaggerating. I *love* being right. Although in this case I am still a bit embarassed by what I found.
Now, if you don't count the oatmeal, you will clearly see there are only eleven (that's right dear Hubby, eleven!) opened boxes of cereal. Ha! So you did exaggerate. I love being right!
Of course if you count the oatmeal, it's 15 but we who's counting?
Sooooo I guess we're having cereal for dinner.
**Edited this post to say that as I walked away from the computer I remembered we are completely out of milk! No wonder we have so much cereal.**