curses to cereal

...I'd never thought I'd say those words.  But today...oh today...CURSES I say!  Context?...

I was famished after my workout considering I had a pretty meagre breakfast/lunch today...and it was well into the evening when I had wrapped up.   Mr. L explicitly said that we weren't going to have left over pasta tonight and that he'd cook something.  Oh sorry - I should have prefaced this post with a bold Ms. L DOES NOT COOK. I'm not one to cook up a frenzy when I am upset.  In fact, I am not one to cook when I am hungry.  I will wait hours on end until someone *Mr. L* comes home to feed me, or will snack on no-preparation-needed foods.  No.  Ms. L does not cook.  In any case, so I raced home (sadly to an empty house) to eat my favorite snack: a full bowl of oatmeal crisp (of the Almond variety) with a little bit of bran...to you know...keep it regular. ("eeeeeeuw" says you.  "shut it - it's biology" says I).  I was trying to eat it in a hurry though.  Mr. L has a vendetta against cereal.  Something about preservatives?  Anyhow, no matter.  Point is that Mr. L does not like that I eat cereal at the frequency and amount that I do, particularly before dinner....something about spoiling appetites.  Anyway, so as I'm hurridly shovelling the wonderfully delicious flakes of goodness into my mouth, Mr. L walks through the door.  I froze like a deer caught in head lights and was immediately met with the all too familiar "you're doing something you shouldn't be" gaze from Mr. L.  After a good scolding, Mr. L made me cook dinner as punishment.  Okay he didn't actually say "punishment" but that's what it felt like to me.  Needless to say, I was not pleased.  Curses to you cereal, CURSES!

... yes I am aware that I am deflecting my blame to an inanimate object.  Listen you; nobody likes a Captain Obvious.