Then the day ended and I arrived home. I wanted "Pho" BUT the husband was napping at 6:30 p.m. so "Pho" was out of the question and I was hungry. I grumbled and mumbled bad words as I walked towards the pantry cabinet. I opened the door and there sat a box titled Honey Nut Cheerios sitting on the shelf calling out to me. Ah...childhood memories...cereal for dinner....if only life could be like a box of Honey Nut Cheerios - simple and sweet.

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