I'd rather eat spackle...

As much as people like to bitch about advertising, the plain and simple truth is this: it friggin' works. I don't even think it's a question any more... it's just a simple fact. It is still amazing to me when I see its effects on me, even when I don't realize it at first.

I pondered this late last night when I got hungry and fixed myself a peanut butter sandwich.

My wife went grocery shopping a few weeks ago (which I usually do... but I'm not complaining.) I reminded her before she left to buy peanut butter, specifying only to make sure to get the crunchy kind. I just sort of assumed she'd know which brand to get... the one I always get.

Now I'm no peanut butter snob, but I always get Skippy. I always have... for as long as I've been out of my parents' house and buying my own groceries. Even at home though, my mom bought crunchy Skippy for me. It's delicious (and crunchy!) and I thought my wife knew this, as we always have a jar in the cupboard (to her defense, she doesn't eat it... she likes Smuckers Natural.) Regardless, she bought Jiff (at least it was the cruchy kind.)

I was a little disappointed. I asked her why she bought Jiff, when I *always* buy Skippy?

Her response? "I thought Jiff was better. Choosy moms choose Jiff, right?"

If by "choosy," they mean "cruel," then yes... because Jiff is disgusting should not be sold in stores.

Granted, I did not express this at the time... I just asked her to please not ever buy it again, and to only buy Skippy, because Jiff is crap in a jar. I said I'd eat it eventually though.

Which leads me to last night. I thought of that witty little sentence about cruel moms as I gagged down that damn sandwich. I don't know why I ate the whole thing... it might have been to see if was as really as bad as I built it up to be, or that maybe I would learn to accept it as I ate more. Either way, it sucked, and I am going to throw the rest of the jar away (since I am the only one in this house who would possibly eat it.) I hate wasting food, but I wouldn't even use that crap as spackle.

[Ok, that literally made no sense... peanut butter would make horrible spackle. It doesn't set, it would get moldy, it's all bumpy, and you can't really sand it and paint over it. I just like the word spackle, and I like working it into things when I can. Happy?]

My point (while practically lost in my slightly pathetic internal debate involving nut-based sandwich spreads) is this: my wife bought that Jiff crap based on a slogan she heard, probably fifteen years ago.

And I thought everyone knows that for good nutrition, it's hard to beat Skippy.