Don't Laugh At My Peanut Butter Panda Puffs

Starting Tuesday noon, I've carried around my cash, ID, credit card, business cards, car keys, cell phone, chocolate bar, etc. in a box of my favorite kid's cereal. Every transaction meant digging around in it looking for the appropriate prize and perhaps a handful of crunchy peanut butter goodness. Lots of fun. Lunches, dinners, book stores, coffee shops, grocery store, and so on.

Minnesotans generally fall into two categories. The first are those who are too polite to say anything when you do something crazy, like the woman who didn't bat an eyelash when I spilled Panda Puffs all over the counter at Kitchen Window while making my purchase. The second are those who are so easygoing they're cool with everything, like the woman at the coffeeshop: "Cereal?! I love cereal!"

I've also been using it to carry around our Exquisite Corpse drawings, a couple of which were Panda Puffs-inspired, to show random people.