Dammit! Almost Made It...

So, as you all know, I'm a wee bit strange.

Case in point, every October, when Halloween rolls around, they stock my favorite cereals in the world. I remember when I was a kid that they stocked it year round, but now - sadly - they only put out the Monster cereals once a year. The bastards.

Of course, I'm talking about the sugary, spooky awesomeness that is Boo Berry, Count Chocula, and Frankenberry. 

Few things remind me of my 1970's, geeky, weird, monster film-obsessed childhood more than eating a bowl of monster cereal while watching horror movies. Old Count Chocula was my companion on Saturday afternoons while I watched Cleveland's own Superhost and  classic Universal Horror films. Boo Berry was my best friend and I gobbled him down every late Friday night while watching the creepy cool Hammer Films on Big Chuck and Little John. And Frankenberry was there for every alien invasion and 1950's mutated monster/insect film in between. 

So, in that vein, I look forward every year to that magical time of Halloween when I can be reunited with my old sugary pals. And, the last couple years, I've made an effort to lay in enough of a stock to last me through the long year until it's available again. 

I made it until about an hour ago.

Yep. About an hour ago, I finally killed my last box of stockpiled Monster cereal. I was watching a horror anime and decided I might as well have a bowl of cereal (which I don't admittedly eat very often. My diet, despite my middle aged paunch, is decidedly low carb). But I do occasionally splurge, and this was one of those nights. I needed me some marshmallows and outrageously blue, pink or brown cereal chunks.

I needed some Monster Cereal goodness... and I finished my last box.

Seriously. Here's a picture I took to honor the occasion. At about 11:30pm on August 5th, I ate my last box of hoarded Boo Berry.

Two fucking months short of October. 

Admittedly, I made it longer this year than I have in the past... but now the waiting until October starts. And it's infinitely torturous when you know you can't have something. When it was in the cupboard, there when I wanted it, it was fine. But now? Now the Monster cereal twitches start. 

On a related Halloweeny, October note; myself, Wolf Girl, and Zombie Boy had our first preliminary Haunted Yard meeting tonight. I don't know about you, but I'm tired of this unrelenting summer heat, the sun and its angry brightness and its desire to kill me. I'm sooooo ready for fall, Cleveland Browns football, clambakes, cool weather, pumpkin brew beers, falling leaves, and HALLOWEEN!

Now though, I can occupy myself with planning the best haunted yard display to date, and soothe myself with warm memories of Count Chocula and his cartoon friends.

God knows I can't assuage my hunger by drinking it away. I drank my last bottle of hoarded Great Lakes Seasonal Nosferatu back in June.

Dammit.