Muddy Buddies

Another cold morning greets me, and I jump in the shower to get a warmer start to the day. If I don’t shower, get dressed and do something with my hair, right out of bed, it won’t get done on that day. Once I put myself together, I take a deep breath and open the door to Don’s room. An overwhelming heat wave hits me. It’s like walking off an airplane in Mexico in September. 

Kristy: How are we doing in here?

Don: I’m hungry. Where’s my cereal?

Kristy: Right in front of you on top of the refrigerator. 

Don: It’s empty. 

Kristy: So, I see you already ate a bowl of cereal and you are now hungry for more?

Don: Can’t find any bowls. 

Kristy: There’s 4 bowls behind you on the shelf with the other dishes and silverware.

Don: OK. 

Kristy: OK, what?

Don: I will have another bowl of cereal. 

I walk around to the front of the recliner chair to pick up the box of cereal. Don, with bare feet exposed out the bottom of his Seahawk fleece blanket, is fully reclined in said chair. I pick up the box of cereal and turn around to face Don. The box is, in fact, empty. Before I open my mouth to inquire where the contents of the box might be, I cannot avoid seeing the soles of Don’s bare feet. Feet that are encrusted with Cheerios and Almond Oat Crunch. Looks like a holiday bowl of Chex Muddy Buddies stuck on his feet like glue. 

Kristy: So, let me get this straight. You dumped a box of cereal on the carpeted floor and then WALKED on top of it? 

Don: It was an accident. 

Kristy: Walking on top of the cereal on the floor was an accident?

Don: I will clean it up. 

Kristy: Damn straight. 

We now live with a shop vac parked outside Don’s bedroom door and right in front of the pantry.

Note to Self: Happy Thanksgiving.