This, friends, is a tale of woe.
Once upon a time, a girl woke up after not-quite-enough sleep but in the mood for a happy Friday off. She took her stinky, craphead dog to the groomer (which has changed its name from Bark Avenue to Doggy Style :/), bought shampoo, and came home for a leisurely morning complete with her beloved Creamy Dreamy Oats.
Today, she decided to do them differently. She upped the almond milk to 1/2 a cup and added half a mashed banana in with the oats. When they were all creamy, dreamy, and cooked, she put them gently into a bowl and topped them with pecans, cinnamon, and a little maple syrup. Fortuitously, her Italian coffee finished brewing at nearly exactly the same time. The morning was set for a delicious beginning:
OK, not really the end. I cleaned up the mess and made myself a second bowl using the same method, and they were delicious.
The end, part II.