I always wonder what makes other people crave comfort.
A friend forgetting to call?
Cold weather outside?
Or maybe the aftershock of a particularly scary movie?
I’m also curious about how people answer that call.
Do you exercise?
Do you pet your doggie?
Do you go shoe shopping?
Do you spend 5.27 hours on your couch, plowing your way through three jars of crunchy peanut butter and 11 consecutive episodes of Ice Road Truckers with only a spoon and your remote control to keep you company?
Silly goose! No one actually does that! Uh, right.
Peanut butter is my go-to comfort tool of choice.
I’m sure there’s some Freudian reason -fond memories of PB & J brown bag lunches gone by or some such thing- but nothing calms me down like a spoonful of peanut butter.
And since I figure there are a lot of worse things to crave, I’m just going to go with it.


























