The Big Discovery

Ignored Miss Murray pawing at my hand at 4:00am and hoped that she could hold it until I got up at 5:30 to take her out. Aptly attired in my black on black gym gear for a morning constitutional around the block with her, and then on to the gym. But when I came home for breakfast I found an open box of cocoa puffs on my kitchen counter nestled right next to the bran flakes. I continued making my breakfast of toasted white bread from striped white flour courtesy of that emporium of taste, Eli Zabar, and went right on to slather it with butter and jam. But how I mused did I end up with cocoa puffs in my house. Who am I? What have I become? 10 years ago I would have had pesticide busters take the box away and called the nutrition police. Yuck. Have such a chemical brew in my house and actually feed it to my daughter who was forbidden candy, coke, any chocolate at any time of the day, prepared foods of any kind. Never. I would have gone so far to call it stupid which was the swear word we never used then. Now of course, it’s in pumped up athletic use; New York state politicians are stupid, ultra right religious fanatics are both stupid and wrong and Sarah Palin is really stupid.

Cocoa puffs. What has my life become. How can i ever say no again?

Well the real answer to that is quite easily.