jelly!

You would think after thirty-six days without sugar I would know better.

This afternoon, in the middle of rushing around, I realized I had not yet eaten lunch.  So I did what I always do in such situations:  I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

As I mashed the two pieces of bread together, I had a sixth sense that something wasn't right.  But I couldn't put my finger on what it was.  Did I miss something on my to-do list?  Was I supposed to be somewhere?  Had I forgotten one of my kids again?

Then, as I bit into my sandwich, it dawned on me what was wrong: jelly.  I had put  sweet, sticky, sugary jelly on my sandwich.  Sometimes, I think I will never learn.