When I was a kid, I loved a PB&J sandwich. Who didn’t? Tasty, succulent peanut butter, sticks to the roof of your mouth, nom nom nom.
But suddenly, at some point years later, I just couldn’t stand the stuff. Annie adores it still. But the very smell can drive me from the room.
I don’t know why. I don’t understand what happened, or when. But please don’t eat that in here, Annette, that smell, ugh. Worse than pickled herring, even.
In the interest of domestic tranquility, I believe, she mostly avoids peanut butter when the surly old grump is around.
But I’d like to tell you about the chocolate and peanut butter combination that I still enjoy. Yes, I can and do go for a Reese’s, once in a while. Are you scratching your head in confusion yet? Is it purely an odor thing? Is it.. which way to the Shrink couch?
I’m just a twitchy old mess. Sorry Annie. Even I can’t figure me out, sometimes.
I can’t stand to be around you while you’re eating that stuff, but I’ll die to defend your right to.
Can I have that last Reese’s Cup?
Pick a contentious issue about which you care deeply — it could be the same-sex marriage debate, or just a disagreement you’re having with a friend. Write a post defending the opposite position, and then reflect on what it was like to do that.