Apparently, yesterday was dog day. I'm not an animal lover and have no desire to ever have a pet but if people feel the need to throw a dog picture on Facebook it's whatever. Well, every time someone posted the words 'National Dog Day' thought it said 'National Hot Dog Day'. Then when I saw pictures of dogs I got creeped out. All. Day. Long.
Jake asked me to make him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich today. Rett has been making them for him for a awhile but I hadn't been asked yet. I hate peanut butter and jelly. I hate the smell. I hate the having to use 2 knives. I hate the mess it somehow makes on Jake's face when normally he is a mess free eater. I also had a weird experience with a sandwich and a cat many years ago. Anyway, he asked me if I knew how or if I should call dad. I told him I would try and see how it went. He ate the entire thing so I guess I did OK. Peanut butter and jelly sandwich #1 was a success. I just hope this doesn't become a normal request because I held my breath the entire time I was making it and that is just exhausting.