'she likes to wake up and just fake it'

I'm a firm believer that if you're going to invest your time and talents in something, you shouldn't fake it. I don't fake the sincerity, the appreciation or the sex (The real sex. If you have a 'to do' list and are tied up on the phone or whatever and the sex comes up, proceed with cleaning off your desk or breezing through your TiVO. The other party is oblivious, and you've knocked a few things off).

It's just that simple. However, I do, indeed, fake the frappaccino and the food. Unless it's macaroni and cheese, and no matter how I try to spin it, I just can't fake that Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. Kids know. They just do. They have a crap food bullshit detector and they will bust it on me every time I try to pull off that store brand M & C with them.

But the cereal? Not so much. Trust me. When I brought home the real Lucky Charms, you'd have thought I brought them each 12 puppies and a stable of horses. I was like a god in their eyes. I don't doubt for a moment that my oldest son offered to go out to the mini to help carry in the rest of the groceries because he actually wanted to check to see if perhaps his real mom was tied up in the backseat and this was a fake mom plying them with real goodness.

You know what I love about this Lucky Charms knock off? It doesn't pull any punches. It knows that all we really care about are those dehydrated pieces of marshmallow. It's all about the marshmallow, matey! Hey! What a great name for a fake cereal! And let's give them twice as much to go through twice as fast! Woo Hoo! I'm off to have some now. I can't fake it. I love these damn things.

I know, of course, that this is the type of 'edge of your seat' update you want from me. Other updates - may have good things brewing in that awful life thing my friends interceded on last week, and there was sort of some sex this morning. Sort of. I'm not jumping up and saying "woo hoo!" about it like I am my fake breakfast cereal, but eh, it beats faking it.