Peanut butter and 50 posts

So this is the fiftieth post on this blog. I kind of wanted it to be a little more heart-felt than this one is, but I also think this is quite fun. And odd. I have something rather meaningful that I'll try write soon.

I guess one of my quirks is that when I finish a jar of peanut butter, I don't throw it away. I guess I intend to scrape the jar out at some later point. Things got kind of ridiculous recently when I found that I had very little room in my cupboard.

Because there were ten empty jars of peanut butter

This was far more embarrassing than I'd imagined. I had no idea how bad my habit had become. On the up side, from this collection I managed to gather a lot of peanut butter

So that turned out okay. It's always a shame when you get to the end of a jar, and you're forced to run the knife around the inside, and smear a thin layer of PB on to your bread. This of course gives way to the reckless exuberance when you get a new jar, and spread a fifth of the jar on one piece.