Baujahr!

Strangely enough, this is not Baujahr’s first time landing in a bowl of cereal.  Seriously, I had to look it up to make sure I wasn’t making the same joke.  Or at least not a better one (yeah, yeah… no danger of that happening).

Also, in that blog post, I already went into the whole story of my step-monster and the copious amounts of Smurfberry Crunch she used to force on me, causing me some of my very first bathroom nightmares, so I don’t even have a relavent tie to this fake ad for you.

So…

I guess maybe this is like the box of cereal where, instead of just giving you your toy at the bottom of the box, you have to send in a couple box tops (plus $2 postage and handling) and wait for them to get you back your less-than-stellar version of a magic 8-ball (with an answer die you have to cut out and assemble yourself with scotch tape, and then it doesn’t float to the top, but you have to hold the thing above your head and use gravity to try to peer in to read it…  Not that I’m bitter, Kellogs!).

We’ve got one more week of this (Really??), at which point we abandon nostalgia altogether and… I don’t know.  We’ll probably be jerks again and stick you with another book cover.  Look, all I’m saying is, we’re moving a bit slow here in the winter months, so maybe you want to go back reread Strobe until it abruptly stops for no good reason.  It’s got those bunnies you like at least.