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Procrastination: A Cereal Killer

Occasionally, I looked at engagement rings online. So I would be prepared. So I would know which one I wanted when Kiefer proposed.

Aside: I hated the ring my exfiance Mephistopheles gave me, and looking back on it, that should have been a sign. Thank goodness he and I didn’t get married!

Then I stopped looking at rings. Because I didn’t care which ring it was, what was most important was that Kiefer gave me a ring…any ring.

But one day, someone sent me a link to some rings, and I couldn’t bring myself to click on the link for a different reason.

What’s the point? Kiefer’s never going to ask me anyways.

Is that really what I thought of our relationship? That it really wasn’t going to progress any further? Then why was I still here?

So I waited. Maybe I was just having a bad day. But the feeling didn’t go away.


Then I started seeing rings everywhere, particularly at breakfast, and I told Kiefer so (e.g., This Fruit Loop is so round. You know what else is round? Engagement rings!) because I was trying to convince myself that we might actually get married.

Looking back on it, I realize it was my last-ditch effort. Trinity River posted about how “procrastination can contribute to a slow death of the relationship.” Kiefer knew what I wanted (him), but what I wanted wasn’t important to him or he didn’t want me.

Every day Kiefer didn’t show me he wanted to marry me, every day that he’d said he’d ask and then didn’t, was a day that I (and my hope) slipped away from him.

So I told Kiefer, “Some days I don’t think we’re ever going to get married.” Because Kiefer was the only person who could “fix” it. All he had to do was ask.

And I waited longer.

But nothing changed.

So I made a change. I left.

What Makes Me Happy: Pop-Tarts Cereal

Last Friday night Kiefer and I went to the grocery store, and I saw the most amazing thing ever.

I swear I did a little happy dance in the middle of the aisle. My happy dance is a cabbage patch-disco hybrid with some clapping and jumping up and down thrown in.

I love the flavored Frosted Mini Wheats. I have them almost every morning for breakfast.

These new mini wheats have frosting and fruit in the middle. Sounds like a Pop-Tart!

Sunday morning…I can’t believe I waited until Sunday to eat them either, but I promised Kiefer Saturday morning breakfast at Cafe Nola…aka Cafe Crunchiness.

So Sunday morning I popped open the cereal box and breathed in the sugary goodness, my mouth was already watering, and then this happened:

Kiefer: I’m out of milk.

Me: W-w-w-w-hat? ::lower lip quivering and eyes tearing up::

Kiefer: ::realizing the floodgates are about to open:: We’ll run to the store really quickly and get some.

Me: And doughnuts, too? ::wiping my nose on my sleeve::

Kiefer: And doughnuts, too.

Close call, Kiefer. Close call.

To hold him over, Kiefer popped a Frosted Mini-Wheat in his mouth.

Me: Don’t tell me what it tastes like! Don’t even look at me! Your face will give it away!

On the drive there….

Me: Sooooo…what did it taste like?

Kiefer: It was awful.

Me: Oh my god, that means it was delicious! Why did you tell me?

And it was delicious. Especially accompanied by a Boston Cream-filled doughnut with chocolate icing on top.