Today, my wife attended the funeral of someone from her home school.

#Iamsorry

It’s all good. She was missing today’s school, so it was me heading off to work. We were slow getting up, so when she asked me what I wanted for breakfast, I simply said a peanut butter sandwich. Now, when I say a peanut butter sandwich, in my own mind, jelly is implied. You don’t have peanut butter without jelly. It’s like breaking the laws of the world to do so.

We have outside cats and a few chickens, so I headed outside as she was making my sandwich. However, there was something in the back of my head as I headed out. The last time I asked her to do this, I got just that, a peanut butter sandwich. No jelly. It was a sticky mess.

So, when I come inside, my sandwich is there, ready to go. I open it up, find it only peanut butter, and start to giggle uncontrollably. She looked at me quizzically and I told her about last time she made me a sandwich is was just peanut butter. Then she looks me square in the eye and says, “Well, you told me peanut butter, so I made you peanut butter!”.

#ohmylord

So, I spread my own homemade strawberry jelly (delicious by the way) and continue to laugh. We squabble goodnaturedly as I left.

A peanut butter sandwich without the jelly? Come on! 🙂