I really hate it when someone moves my peanut butter in the pantry. Can never find it again. Irritates me to no end. I don't ask for much but those jars blend in with everything else and I can't find it easily. I panic when that happens.
I really hate it when someone moves my peanut butter in the pantry. Can never find it again. Irritates me to no end. I don't ask for much but those jars blend in with everything else and I can't find it easily. I panic when that happens.
Why don't you buy two jars, easier to find two Mr Crabby.
Just a guess but are you having trouble finding the peanut butter after you have already found the Scotch bottle?
Brian
I have two jars, they (family) move them both. Double the anxiety.
Dang.... I missed the implications of that completely. I guess after over ten years of being single I'm getting a little rusty. Good thing she never surfs this site. (I hope)And once the deed is done, you will have to change your Avatar to show your wife's frontside.
My idiot brother-in-law the cop is still an idiot. Michelle and I are having our Thanksgiving Saturday as I'm working Thursday.
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So getting back to nothing, how bout those Browns eh?
Fireplace crackling. Coffee steaming. Day off work. Dog at my feet. Wife in the kitchen. Turkey in the oven. Oldest son back in country for Thanksgiving this year. Life is good.
Fireplace crackling. Coffee steaming. Day off work. Dog at my feet. Wife in the kitchen. Turkey in the oven. Oldest son back in country for Thanksgiving this year. Life is good.