Granola Bars

I swear, granola bars are going to lead to my demise.  So this morning I wake up and slowly get ready because I have plenty of time.  I check my email/facebook/phone... get dressed... put on some eyeliner... tidy up my room... and then it's time to go so I open the pantry to get out a granola bar- my breakfast.  My every.single.day. breakfast.  There is not a granola bar to be found.  Right.  So what am I supposed to eat for breakfast?  Panic.  Tears.  Clenching fists.  Matthew reaches up to the secret stash and finds one preventing me from falling to the floor in dismay.  Over a freaking granola bar.