Wednesday, April 04, 2007

I was just thinking about how much I like peanut butter. But not on my desk. Or keyboard. See, I'm eating a homemade protein bar/cake/thing for dinner. I am spreading pb on it. I am at my computer, catching up on other people's lives. I am bumping the knife, getting tiny amounts of pb on the above-mentioned places.

Then...I cut a piece of the bar with my fork and flip the knife, fork, peanut butter-covered bar, and plate onto my lap and the floor. The knife hits my hair on the way down. I now have peanut butter on my shirt, pants, arm, hair, and floor.

As it happened I said, "Oh no," out loud. To no one in particular.

Eating will resume when I am done computering.


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