Shhh… I have to type quietly this morning because people are still sleeping. I got up early to plug my computer into the TV so I could watch cartoons while eating a bowl of French Frosted Flakes, or what on the box says, “Glacés au Sucre Corn Flakes” (literally, frozen sugar corn flakes). Either it’s 1970 or I’m having a mid-life crisis. Regardless, it’s the perfect Saturday morning in September. Clear and crisp outside. Quiet inside. No school. Cartoons. Frosted Flakes.
In today’s episode of “Underdog,” Dr. Simon Bar Sinister, the wickedest man in the world, has invented a device that can suck up the world’s water supply, distorting its molecules so it all fits nicely into a valise. People will have to come to him to get their water! Will Underdog be able to save the day?
Yes, of course, sillies. Underdog saves the day.
Yesterday, Chloe told me that some of my blog postings seem kind of silly and pointless. I’m not sure, but I think this had something to do with me kissing fire hydrants. Thank goodness today’s posting isn’t one of the pointless ones! In fact, and you Seinfeld fans should get this reference, I’ve started referring to pictures and experiences here in France as being “Blog-worthy.” Having found Frosted Flakes in the cereal aisle of the grocery store, I knew today’s entry would make the cut.
Oh, does anyone know how I can get some Brown-Sugar Cinnamon Frosted Pop Tarts? Next Saturday is just a week away and I think H.R. Pufnstuf is going to have to save Jimmy and Freddy the talking flute from Witchiepoo. I need something full of vitamins and minerals, part of a balanced breakfast.