Today I opened the last jar of peanut butter in my stockpile. I’ve been enjoying my almost free Skippy for months now. So long I can’t even remember the last time I had to purchase generic PB at WinCo.
I desperately need a peanut butter sale. Manufacturers, are you listening?
And just for fun — this morning, my oldest son found me, yelling, “Nathan is stuck in a box!”
I replied, “Does he need my help?” Obviously, he’s not my first child.
He did. I went downstairs to find this:
He was chanting, “I am a robot.”
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