A Breakfast Table Interview

{The view out our window yesterday::made for a great nap!}

T:: How's your Raisin Bran?
A:: Good.

T:: Sucks to have to eat high fiber every morning doesn't it?
A:: Yep.

T:: You have an aging colon.
A:: So? You got a problem with that?

T:: Whatcha doin'?
A:: Puttin' sugar on my cereal. It's not sweet enough. You got a problem with that?

T:: Do you have a problem with sugar? You put it on everything.
A:: No.

A:: What kind of an interview is this?
T:: It's supposed to be a little snippet of our normal life.

{Pause while she eats her cereal. I presume she's thinking about normal life.}

T:: What's on your mind this rainy Monday morning?
A:: That I don't want to go to work. (puts more sugar on her cereal.) It's too stressful because we have way too much work to do and not enough time. (puts more sugar on cereal)

{Me, thinking – all that sugar will most certainly help. . .}

A:: These dogs are staring at me eat my sugar. . . er, cereal. They drive me crazy in the mornings. They won't let me sleep in. Oliver gets on the bed and growls at Sammy. He pushes me right out of my own bed. And I. Don't. Like. It.

T:: This isn't much of a conversation.
A:: I know. You aren't asking very good questions.

T:: Are you cranky?
A:: Yes I am. It's been crappy outside for three days. I don't want to go to work. That's all.

She walks away, scolding the cat.

It's an enchanted life here isn't it??

{This, however, IS enchanting!}