the goal was to do something that makes me happy (which listening from the hallway did), not to orchestrate a Major Payne viewing

Thanks, Scott! I’ll be tuning in for some Saturday night party sounds and dancing/shaking out some of this pent-up energy.

Leave the stirrin’ to the women, while you go get some trim’n. I bought a brand at Walmart called Crazy Richard’s, which claims to be woman-owned.

I’m a peanut butter proncess and prefer the aptly named Nut’N Better, peanuts-only edition, which I buy whenever I get a chance to drop by the Burnet H‑E‑B. Budget be damned, I only want peanuts + maybe salt on that label. But my parents are grossed out at the idea of refrigerated peanut butter.

Thank you, peanut butter crackers are a great idea. Maybe I can even try to sneak in peanut butter that’s only peanuts vs. Jif. The Jif of my childhood. It turns out you can go home again, pantry included.