You know when you are at the store and you can’t remember if you have, oh, say, peanut butter or not? So just in case, you buy some *anyway*. THIS is the result. And we don’t even eat a lot of peanut butter. We have it as much for baiting mouse traps as for anything. Oh, occasionally (like maybe once a year), I go full-tilt boogie and scarf up several spoonfuls of it right out of the jar. Definitely not typical peanut butter consumption though.

So this morning, I pulled everything out of the pantry cupboard, washed the shelves and left for the rest of the day.

Today’s event was a niece’s baby shower over in Megalopolis and the GG tagged along to go out to a driving range with two of his brothers and the father-to-be. It was all good. Except. That. About a half hour from the venue, the route got a bit twisty and the traffic was squirrely and I had to put my book down and actively navigate for a bit. In the middle of this, he got a call from our brother FlaMan informing us that his sweet little dog had crossed the rainbow bridge. They were constant companions and this was not expected. Fortunately, since just about every family member anywhere near was either at the shower or the driving range, the Lord of Linden was willing to abandon his date with the UMich/OSU football rout and step up to the plate to retrieve Junior’s remains. He is a hero.

The shower itself was hosted by our niece’s mom and two sisters and it was lovely, with plenty of food and gifts and “momosas” and catching up on gossip, etc. A bright spot on a chilly gray ultimately tragic day and that is about it. Well, except to say AGAIN that my cFam sisters-in-law (and their daughters, daughters-in-law, and granddaughters) more than make up for the biological sister I never had.

By the time we got home, I had totally forgotten about the mess on my kitchen counter so I had to sort all the triplicates and quadruplicates and quintuplicates together (yes there were other multiples) and put everything back in the cupboard. That was a “lovely” end to the day.

P.S. Please don’t buy me any peanut butter. I have enough 🐽

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