I spent most of today at the beach. It was glorious. There are few things more pleasant than lying on a beach, the gentle breeze embracing you, the waves lulling you to sleep. It’s second to a nap in the perfect bed. Perhaps I shouldn’t set my expectations so low, but it’s highly unlikely that I’ll have another day this week as good as today was. The quality of my day, however, came in 2nd place when compared to my friend’s, whose day began with finding a Speed Racer toy in her Lucky Charms. Now that's what I call lucky. Without a doubt, breakfast cereal prizes trump a day at the beach for three simple reasons.
1) The beach will always be there, (or at least until the ice caps melt, which is like, 50 more years), but promotional toys are only offered for a limited time and while supplies last.
2) It involves Speed Racer. ‘Nuff said.
3) It involves breakfast, the greatest meal in existence, that is, with the exception of brunch, but few are lucky enough to have brunch as a part of their every-day life.
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