I hate you. Today, I hate you.
I woke up this morning looking forward very much to a delicious bowl of oatmeal. In fact, I went to bed last night looking forward very much to my morning ritual of Quaker Cinnamon Oatmeal. Alas, when I went to my cupboard, I found my box empty. (Jury is still out on whether or not I was the one who finished off the box...) Off to the grocery store I went, tummy growling, with plans to buy 5 boxes of oatmeal so I don't have to face this problem for the rest of the summer.
At the store I gathered milk and bananas, the opening acts in the grand morning oatmeal extravaganza. I turned onto the breakfast aisle, quickly scanned the shelf. My stomach sank.
YOU WERE ALL OUT OF CINNAMON FLAVORED OATMEAL..... AGAIN!
Can't you take a hint? Or a supply chain class?? Isn't the fact that you're ALWAYS running low on this particular product a big flashing light telling you to stock more of it? And isn't the fact that you always have banana bread flavor on the shelf a sign that nobody likes the nasty chemical-engineered smell of microwaved banana in the morning? And hasn't anyone told you that if you cook the Maple & Brown Sugar flavored oatmeal you will smell like maple syrup for the rest of the day and even get kicked out of small study rooms because of it?I want you to know I was so discouraged on this particular day by your lack of concern for my breakfast well-being that I went home, got back in bed, and slept til lunch.
Unhappily yours,
Me.
P.S. Dear Anthro,
Thank you for providing me with my New Favorite Dress. The NFD worked great at graduation and all the various festivities of that day (and weekend, lets be honest... who doesn't repeat a good outfit for church?). The NFD is so comfortable and cute and made me feel better about spending a total of 6 years in Provo before I will graduate. And about saying goodbye to all my friends who managed to finish college in a more reasonable amount of time. Thank you.
Permanently and Unwaveringly yours,
Me.
KHill, me, Courtney. Go forth to serve.
Other great dresses. Thanks again Anthro.
Me and Whitney. Seven years in school (but not a doctor...)













































