we should be allergic to peanut butter

remember when i got peanut butter in my hair?  before even having bebe to blame it on?

well, the husband did even better- makes that like ten times worse. except i guess he didn't make a public display of his...  so i've got him there... 


once upon a time i was mixing up our peanut butter. (you know- mixing all the oils in to that natural kind)

has anyone ever done this gracefully?

i usually approach it with a butter knife and gently stir it slowly, trying to get it to mix in and pray that i will not spill the oil everywhere, since it is like a millimeter from the top.

so bobby, the tool master, walked in on me, laughed and decided that he had to find a better way to do it.

and i let him.

he got the hand mixer out- put some crazy attachment on it, and whipped that oil in. presto.


i was impressed and gave him all the credit he deserved.

so the next time we opened a jar of good ole pb, bobby tried a repeater.

then i hear a gasp and a thud. and a cry for help.


power tool fail.  the mixer had flung the jar spilling all the oil (which is very necessary to not have serious dry peanut butter mouth).


i helped save what we could, and bobby began to mix again.

the next thud, was well, a thud/splat.

i can not even begin to tell you all the places i found peanut butter. but if you took an inventory of our kitchen from end to end, that would just about cover it.


poor bobby.  i was laughing so hard at him, and he was really not very happy.

all be wanted was a pb and blackberry jam sandwich for dessert...