Zack's Oatmeal Adventures

In a bold move this morning, I attempted to make myself oatmeal for breakfast. Unsure of proportions, I eyeballed the amount of oatmeal and water. There wasn't enough water. I burnt (only slightly) some of the oatmeal. I spooned it into a bowl and decided it would be a good idea to add some milk to make it less clumpy. In the process, I spilled some milk on the counter. I grabbed a sponge out of the sink - that was completely waterlogged (shocking, right?) - and in the process of transporting the sponge to the spill...over my bowl of oatmeal...I accidentally squeezed some delicious, partially soapy sink-water into my breakfast. "Oh, good, that'll be delicious," I said...out loud...to myself. Sometimes I think doing something really stupid is better when there's someone around to laugh at you, because otherwise - especially when it ruins your breakfast - it's hard to laugh at yourself when someone else isn't laughing at you. I cleaned up the spill, put some more milk in the oatmeal, and then dumped enough sugar in to make an eight-year-old bounce off the walls for four days. It was still too clumpy, and now only warm because I had put so much milk in it. I ate it anyway, clumps, soapy sink-water and all...

Ah, well, tomorrow is another day, another breakfast...

-ZMG