Desperate time; desperate measures

This is not something I would EVER do. The peanut butter, in fact, I have only used for catching mice (About 6 last year and 2 so far this year—at the cottage not my house in case you were worrying). I even made a commitment to myself when I bought it that I would damn well not eat it. It’s a slippery slope because once I start I won’t stop. But well, it seems in these trying times comfort food is what’s called for and peanut butter and pickles…there is just nothing more comforting. Maybe a Valium but I don’t have any of those unfortunately.

I did manage to stop though. But that damn jar of peanut butter is in there gently calling my name every time I walk by. Jeez, maybe I need something stronger than Valium.

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