Interestingly, this phrase describes a situation not singular to my family. I have a dear friend and former roommate who had a similar childhood tradition.
Let me explain: when we were younger, my mom invariably kept a box of Grapenuts with all the other cereals. I recognized a trend over the years. Honey Bunches of Oats would come and go, but Grapenuts were eternal. The same box lasted forever! In my friend’s family, they had to finish the box of Grapenuts before their mom would by a new tasty cereal. Thus, waiting for an anticipated event seemed like eternal torment because time would pass slower than that box could be consumed. Like I said, eternal torment.
Well, my dear brother, Devon came home from his mission last Thursday. We opted to journey to the land of infernal heat (a.k.a. Arizona) the weekend he was speaking in Church rather than the day he got home. It just worked out better that way. But, I tell you what, this week has passed slower than a box of Grapenuts!
Welcome home, Devon!
Haha, that is a funny phrase. I had never heard it before, but it is also true of my childhood. However, now we go through Grape Nuts right quite, Jayson loves them! :)
ReplyDeleteI love devon!!!
ReplyDeleteAw heck tell Devon hello for me! Hopefully I'll see him around the hood sometime and catch up.
ReplyDeleteAnd so true about Grape Nuts! I totally forgot about that cereal.