It’s a rainy day at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse

The rain is coming down not too hard outside and the temperature is in the mid-70’s. It’s restful and I think maybe I will take this as a symbolic day: I think I am going to let the rain wash away the current rules and write myself some news ones based on my experiences. For instance, I think I will myself to employ the “I don’t want to” reason when people ask me to do favors. You see, the PBC & R is not some idyllic place where all the kids are perfect and everyone is always having a great time. We get sloppy with the peanut butter knife, splash a few drinks on the floor and we bicker.

Heck, Friday, our dog, sometimes leaves because everyone is in a loud agumentative confrontation. today I pulled into the parking area and met Friday standing in the rain. I went in and asked, “Hey, who was arguing about what so acrimoniously that the dog went out and stood in the rain.  Two young voices answered, “We don’t know; we were playing poker.”

Oh, God. I know those poker conversations . . . sometimes they have evolved into one chasing another with a broom. Cool, huh?

So this AmeliaJake is putting a little jackboot in her attitude.