So, mom & I can't find the jar of peanut butter we ate from last night, prompting speculation as to its whereabouts.
We assumed I had mistakenly thrown it in the trash. Then mom rightly pointed out, "It could be anywhere."
Some possibilities: the bottom of the cooler (no, we both looked); the bottom of the laundry bag, which is really a brown paper sack so you can appreciate the opportunity for error; or on the floor of the car having tumbled out of the bag en route (not like we were making donuts in the parking lot or drag racing today).
But my personal favorite is the idea that the jar of PB may be at the bottom of mom's suitcase, safely packed away.
For some reason the whole thing made us howl with laughter -- so at least we're entertained while deprived. Mom says if the peanut butter doesn't show up in somebody's underwear soon, we'll have to get more tomorrow.
We assumed I had mistakenly thrown it in the trash. Then mom rightly pointed out, "It could be anywhere."
Some possibilities: the bottom of the cooler (no, we both looked); the bottom of the laundry bag, which is really a brown paper sack so you can appreciate the opportunity for error; or on the floor of the car having tumbled out of the bag en route (not like we were making donuts in the parking lot or drag racing today).
But my personal favorite is the idea that the jar of PB may be at the bottom of mom's suitcase, safely packed away.
For some reason the whole thing made us howl with laughter -- so at least we're entertained while deprived. Mom says if the peanut butter doesn't show up in somebody's underwear soon, we'll have to get more tomorrow.
Lordy. No banana or saltines in the world can make that right. Get a new jar!!!
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