So I hauled myself out of bed, got on my walking shoes, and we walked. Halfway there, Russell and I had one of those stupid dumbass fights that only virgos can have with each other over whether or not he sleeps in. My contention is that he does not, because I can't count how many times he's woken someone up in this house. He tried to tell me he slept in until nearly 11 at which point I guffawed. He started to raise his voice at me at which point I stopped and told him, "Dude, you are raising your voice at your mother in the middle of our neighborhood. Is it really worth it to you to fight about this with me?" At which point he acknowledged, "Well, no." And we walked on.

As we got to the school, we saw the line of people expectantly waiting for their nutritious breakfast, too. They handed out bags of coloring sheets, pencils and weird little baggage tags. I don't know how weird little baggage tags relate to walking to school, but I put it on Russell's backpack for him along with a pin that said something like,"I walked today." I think it is a little smug because it's kind of like saying, "Nyah, nyah, I walked to school and you didn't!"

At any rate, we stood in line, got tickets to get this yummy nutritious breakfast which at this point I'd built up in my head to gastronomic proportions because I was damned hungry. I watched as a girl walked by gnawing on cheese and thought to myself, "Oh, she must be snacking on something her Mom sent."

Then as I moved up in the line, I suddenly saw a woman ahead slapping big silver stickers on people. She wasn't handing them out, but rather smacking them on people's chests. As a charter member of the Big Breasted Broad Club, currently with big milk-laden boobs, I am NOT keen on anyone touching my boobs who isn't currently holding the title of "my baby."

I tolerated it as she smacked one on my chest on my Eeyore sweatshirt and stopped her before she smacked one on Russell's jacket.

Curious and hungry, we walked into the cafeteria. All I could see was paper plates with a slab of cheese and a frosted cinnamon roll, initially. I was thinking okay, that's the yucky choice. As I rounded the corner, it appeared we had two choices. You could get the paper plate with the frosted cinnamon roll, fruit cup and slab of cheese or you could get the bowl of berry kix (fully sugared) with fruit cup.

It wasn't much of a choice.

I have always had a real thing about using as many whole foods as possible. We eat a lot of fresh fruit, whole grains, and not a whole lot of refined sugar.

Breakfast like that for a diabetic is just kind of missing the point.

Mike said,"Well, maybe they meant nutritious like 'has nutrients'...sugar's a nutrient, right?"

Anyone got a big giant leathery licorice whip I can smack him with?