Pretty sure it freaked out one of my neighborhoody friends on fb. But I have a pretty good gauge for confrontation, I think. And I'm just not one to turn a blind eye.

I've told you about the early morning I heckled a (really inebriated, I guess) guy who kept trying to take a piss under people's decks, right? OMG, that was hilarious. "HEY! WTF MAN! That's not a toilet either! Take it to the field!" He finally took a leak on the sidewalk FACING Ellerslie. As a cop drove by. And stopped.

Heh! sarameg is the awesome neighbor lady!

ION, I now remember why I stopped making chex mix. Because I will eat it ALL.

Jilli, heh. And sigh. I just never, ever, ever make or buy chex mix, ever, because once I started I would never stop.

I have enough supplies to make at least three more batches. Doomed. I am doooooomed.

I am following I think you all on pinterest. I am my real name there, so be not afeared.

Chex Crack Mix is what I call it. I bet homemade is even better.

I have a Pinterest account but have done about nothing with it.

Oh, I don't even eat store-bought, it's nothing like homemade. But I can devour a whole nine cup thing of homemade chex mix in about a day. OM NOM NOM.

...now I want to make some. And eat it. Mmmm.

Chex mix, and Chex muddy buddies!

sarameg, you totally made my friend S's kid's day, thank you -- she just messaged me to say he was so excited. Wait until he sees the picture tomorrow. Kid's going to plotz. Score one for Team Science!

Ceral (for real!):

Chex muddy buddies!

I can never, ever be allowed to make those again, because I never end up sharing them with the people involved in whatever pretext I've come up with for making them. They are my precioussss.