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I was considering talking about last night's TV lineup, but I decided not to. Why? Because I really, really want to talk about my breakfast. Bizarre? Perhaps. Still, I want to talk about my breakfast.
I decided that today's cold, windy, slightly rainy weather called for something warm for breakfast. As I was getting the water ready for my tea it hit me that I wanted a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Because nothing says lovin' like something from the oven. Of course, in my case it's from the toaster, but that doesn't rhyme so I'm sticking with "oven". Anyway. I put my bread in, got out the strawberry jelly and hunted down a new jar of peanut butter. I love putting peanut butter on warm bread, it just melts. It's this wonderful, gooey, peanut-buttery mess. Yum. So, I put together this awesome sandwich and made my tea. Imagine my surprise when my sandwich was not all I thought it would be. All I could taste was bread. And the bread ... not good. It kinda had this stale aftertaste. I repeat, not good. Still, I ate it, managing not to drip gooey, warm peanut butter on the floor, but it was very unsatisfying. Dammit. This has somewhat ruined my enjoyment of my morning. Boo.
The upside of this story is that I get to use my "peanut butter" tag again. I knew I would find a use for that somewhere.
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javalicious, I'm trying to decide which flavors of soap I want. When I do decide should I email you or just comment on your LJ? Maybe I should comment on your LJ to ask this instead of asking here.
I was thinking about getting a pedicure today but I'm feeling rather lazy. Plus, after spending mucho money on tires yesterday (not to mention my hair) I don't really want to spend anything today. Except when I go to Best Buy. But those are Christmas presents so it's allowed. Yes, I live in my own little world and make up my own little rules. It's pretty here. Really.
I thnk I've rambled on and on and on. Out.
I decided that today's cold, windy, slightly rainy weather called for something warm for breakfast. As I was getting the water ready for my tea it hit me that I wanted a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Because nothing says lovin' like something from the oven. Of course, in my case it's from the toaster, but that doesn't rhyme so I'm sticking with "oven". Anyway. I put my bread in, got out the strawberry jelly and hunted down a new jar of peanut butter. I love putting peanut butter on warm bread, it just melts. It's this wonderful, gooey, peanut-buttery mess. Yum. So, I put together this awesome sandwich and made my tea. Imagine my surprise when my sandwich was not all I thought it would be. All I could taste was bread. And the bread ... not good. It kinda had this stale aftertaste. I repeat, not good. Still, I ate it, managing not to drip gooey, warm peanut butter on the floor, but it was very unsatisfying. Dammit. This has somewhat ruined my enjoyment of my morning. Boo.
The upside of this story is that I get to use my "peanut butter" tag again. I knew I would find a use for that somewhere.
Oh,
javalicious, I'm trying to decide which flavors of soap I want. When I do decide should I email you or just comment on your LJ? Maybe I should comment on your LJ to ask this instead of asking here.I was thinking about getting a pedicure today but I'm feeling rather lazy. Plus, after spending mucho money on tires yesterday (not to mention my hair) I don't really want to spend anything today. Except when I go to Best Buy. But those are Christmas presents so it's allowed. Yes, I live in my own little world and make up my own little rules. It's pretty here. Really.
I thnk I've rambled on and on and on. Out.
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