Ka-ching. Ka-ching. That’s the sound I’m hearing this morning as money drops into the green frog of guilty pleasures.

Not running the a/c. Ka-ching. Ka-ching. Not running the a/c, because it was 59 Fahren when I woke up this morning. It’s 61 Fahren now. Ka-ching. Ka-ching. High of 69. Ka-ching. Ka-ching.

I don’t know whether to do the happy dance or stomp my little green friend into the ground. It’s July, baby. C’mon!

I’m wearing sweats. Again.

I had to root around in the pantry for hot cereal. There wasn’t any Red River, so I pulled a box of Quaker Oat Bran creamy hot cereal — no additives, no preservatives + a high source of dietary fiber. It says so right on the box. Thank you, Mr. G, honey. Sounds yummy already. And it is, especially when you load it with blueberries and bananas and a titch of butter and brown sugar. Yum. Yum.

If you decide to try this creamy goodness, please note that when they tell you to stir the “…cereal very slowly (to avoid lumping), stirring constantly,” they mean business. Trust me. I did not do this because, well… it’s just me and chaos theory in the kitchen.

In a matter of seconds, Saturn, Pluto and Uranus were going a few rounds in the cereal pot. It was not a pretty sight. I yelped and gave them a few generous whacks with my spurtle — who knew that would come in so handy — and the cereal settled down pretty quick. I felt bad about that, because I’m not a violent person by nature, but this was survival.

Now that I’ve got that off my chest, I can get down to work.

It’s only Tuesday. I have a whole week of ka-ching, ka-ching to look forward to.

Yippee!

Grrr!

Elen