Monday, April 11, 2011


Following somewhat in the footsteps of my sister-in-law and nephew, this is what I had for breakfast this morning:
As I was eating it, I thought about how Snickers are Mom's favorite candy bar and how I should call her and tell her so that she could be proud of me. But there's an inherent flaw in that logic that I'm sure most can see. Mom is my mother. She would be proud if I'd eaten oatmeal, or toast, or eggs, or even cereal. But a Snickers bar? Never. So I didn't call her. Instead, I wrote about it on my blog so she can read about it here.


  1. I once posted on Facebook that I had a cupcake for breakfast, and Mom asked me about it. I think the conversation involved the question: "Are you eating well enough?" The point is, Mom is always concerned for your welfare even if your action is of the once-every-two-years variety. (Love you, Mom!)

  2. Once in a while when I am out shopping and just about to drop from hunger and fatigue, I'll buy a Snickers for lunch and thoroughly enjoy every bite. I can only imagine that eating one for breakfast (occasionally)would also be pleasant. After all, Snickers does include all four (or five) food groups!