July 17, 2016
True confessions. OK, so here is what I had to do to help myself with peanut butter. Of course, you do not need to tell me, I could have just not kept Skippy Super Chunk in the house – obviously. But I had thrown out so many half binged-on, half-eaten jars that I was pretty sure I would just go get another. So, I ingeniously put it at the far end of my un-floored attic space. At the time I had to bring up the ladder from downstairs, climb through the trap door and walk across the beams to get the jar. It was just inconvenient enough to give me pause, but close enough that I was too cheap to just buy a second jar. That actually worked really well till my well-meaning brother installed a pull-down ladder while I was away as a little surprise. My first reaction, ungratefully enough, was, “Uh oh, where will I keep the peanut butter now?!”
Related Posts
Tags
Share This
