Walking up the stairs this morning, I was hit by a wall of cheese. Not literally... Although, that would not have left me particularly shocked after having years of experience living in this house of weird. However, there was a very strong smell of warm Parmesan cheese, or as it's called in the Dawson household, "stinky cheese".
I knew immediately what my sister was eating for breakfast and our conversation went something like this:
"Stinky cheese and noodles?"
"Yup."
"What happened to not having enough time in the morning to make a weird breakfast?"
"This doesn't take a lot of time." *om nom nom*
She was right, of course. It doesn't take much longer to heat up some leftover pasta and shake some stinky cheese over it than it does to scoop a blob of yogurt into a bowl. In fact, Maddie had so much time left over after her pasta breakfast, that she decided to test this hypothesis by getting herself a few spoonfuls of yogurt to round off her meal. I've got to be honest, I felt a sister bonding moment as we both munched on our yogurt at the breakfast table together, even if she was texting the entire time.
After breakfast, my morning continued on in its usual strange way. On my way to the bus stop, I noticed that one of my neighbours had decided leaving their front door open was a fantastic idea and I was "greeted" by their herd of dogs who had apparently decided that I was a threat. As I was attempting to innocently walk to where I needed to go, those three dogs ran at me with a purpose, barking their crazy little heads off the entire time. So, the first thing I did today consisted of yelling at some stranger's dogs. Fortunately, they seemed to sense the annoyance building behind my eyes and returned to running aimlessly and barking at the wind while I made my escape.
Good thing the lady who walks her cat in my neighbourhood every morning wasn't out yet..
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