me, photo circa 1976ishI don't know about you, but this just speaks Saturday morning to me. Sleeping in, fluffy, quilted, flowery robe, the messy I just got out of bed hair, and a big ol' bowl of Captain Crunch. It was my favorite cereal then and still is today. Only problem, whenever I eat it, it rips my mouth all apart. And since I don't really like that feeling all so much, I mostly stick with Life.
This picture is also proof that at least once in my childhood, my mother bought pre-sweetened cereal. I wasn't raised totally on Cornflakes and Cheerios. Even though that's mostly what I remember. Oh, and Raisin Bran. Who in their right minds eats that nasty stuff?
Brings back good memories of me living at home, doesn't it, Dad?
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