Oh, Peanut Butter...

I love peanut butter. No, really. I loooooove it. It's seriously an addiction, one of my downfalls. I've been known to eat it straight from the container - heck, I've been known to eat a whole container, never once putting the contents on bread or any other delivery mechanism - save a spoon.

Today, though? Today may have set the tides of my love a'turning.

Earlier this week, my students wrote a procedural-text, explaining to the reader (ahem: me) how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Today, I tested their instructions. I had all the ingredients necessary, and had each student read his/her essay aloud as I followed the instructions written (and ONLY those instructions written).

Needless to say, it was a hilarious class time. We laughed a lot, and not many of my students received a complete sandwich.

But now...now I'm finding peanut butter under my fingernails...and in my hair...and behind my ears. I'm not even sure HOW peanut butter got behind my ears; I'm actually afraid to think too much about it (I do promise you that all behavior was appropriate...well, save the sticking my hands into tubs of peanut butter and jelly).

Oh, peanut butter. I'll miss you. But for right now, I'm not sure I can handle this love affair...