chicken noodle cerial!

So I’m in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. I get out my bowl, get my wheetabix, and put them in the bowl.

I go to the fridge, get out the milk, then I realise I forgot my sugar, so I reach up to the cabinet above my head to get it, leaving my bowl of wheetabix with milk in front of me on the counter.

All of a sudden something tumbles out of the cabinet first onto my head and then it plops into the bowl of wheetabix.

What was that, I holler, feeling around.

Omg! A packet of chicken noodle soup! Its a good thing it wasnt open or I’d have had chicken noodle flavoured cerial!

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The joys of blindness!
carol anne

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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