Someone I don’t know once said that you can never have too much of a good thing. I am here to tell you THAT. IS. A. LIE.
I am a big fan of the bunches in the Post cereal Honey Bunches of Oats. Since I have been a little girl, I have been yelled at by my father for picking out all the bunches in the Honey Bunches of Oats cereal. Now that I am engaged, my fiancé yells at me for picking out all the bunches in the Honey Bunches of Oats cereal.
So to my delight, Post finally answered my every prayer and created “just bunches”- a whole box of delectable bits of oatey goodness with none of that flaky or nutty nonsense. Dan brought it home about a week ago and I greedily poured myself a bowl. But when I placed the bite of delectable bits of oatey goodness in my mouth a peculiar thing happened…I had the sudden urge to gag. It was the WORST cereal I have EVER tasted (and that is saying a lot because Dan eats some really nasty cereals). It just was all wrong, too much oatey goodness and not enough nutty and flakey crapiness to make you appreciate the oatey goodness.
As I put the box back on the shelf (where it sits untouched) I had an epiphany. Maybe Honey Bunches of Oats is really a metaphor of life. All the nutty and flakey people in the world are just there to make you realize that the bunchy people are the best in the box- and if they weren’t there you would never appreciate all the bunchy people in your life.
So thank you nutty and flakey people of the world, for if it weren’t for you I would never be able to appreciate all the bunches in my life.