Today I was in Moses Lake, hanging out with Gov. Gregoire, you know, whatever.
And I stopped by the g-rent’s house on the way back to pick up my mail, check in with them, hugs, etc.
Gpa offered me some cereal they bought and do not like. I wanted to make sure I liked it, so I tasted a few pieces. I didn’t exactly have a bowl and milk handy so I did what any normal person (I thought) would do. I tucked it under one arm, popped open the top and grabbed a few of the pieces and popped them in my mouth.
My grandfather looked at me, sitting in a recliner and chomping on some dry cereal and said:
“You see how you’re eating that? That is exactly why you don’t have a love life.”
What a sweet, sweet man he is.