Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Playing With Fire

Immediately following dinner this evening, I witnessed Steve, oh-so-casually digging into my jar of Dark Chocolate Dreams peanut butter, then smearing a huge glop of it onto a peanut butter cookie. Apparently this man has a death wish. Time to move it to my sock drawer, where it will be safe.

4 comments:

Cheryl said...

This calls for drastic measures-- hide the jar where most men don't go-in the laundry hamper, in the pots and pans cupboard or my favorite stash place - my nightstand. I am guarding my jars like they were the Hope diamond!

Aunt Jean said...

Someone in Idaho is a bad, bad influence: My cupboards now sport a jar of the Dark Chocolate Dreams peanut butter and a jar of cranberry mustard.

Enough said.

Heather said...

I believe I may have started a peanut butter revolution...

Mum said...

I was just wondering yesterday if the folks at Hannaford's are scratching their heads, wondering why their sales of Dark Chocolate Dreams peanut butter has suddenly sky rocketed in Maine. Dad picked up a jar of it this morning along with a white chocolate as well.

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