Der Bingle called this morning with some alarming news heard on the radio; I found the story HERE. Yes, there is a peanut shortage this year due to crop failures.
Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
I hyperventilated and I didn’t have a paper bag; I had to grab a small amazon.com box and manhandle the box flaps to circle my mouth and nose. If Summer hadn’t ordered a Nintendo game and left the little box by me, I’d be on the floor passed out now.
This is The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, Jack. What are we going to do if we can’t get peanut butter? Does Betty Ford have a clinic for us? Probably not- that Carter fellow, dontcha know.
We are going to have to plan and, as Der Bingle says, keep the good stuff under the bar. Maybe become a private club with a small little door to speak easy through in our screen door. Screen door? Well, there goes that ambiance. Oh, well, cold weather’s coming on. Guess we may get a big wooden door with a small face level opening.
Just say Rose sent me.
Nooooooooo! Say it isn’t so, a shortage of peanut butter. What will I eat in the middle of the night with my glass of milk? Maybe you need to charge a cup of peanut butter to enter? I have to go now and buy up as many jars of Jif that I can handle in one trip.
Yes, Der Bingle told me to stock up as well. I am going to Wal-Mart first thing in the morning. Jif, Jif, Jif. And I’ll need hiding places. Maybe a safe. Der Bingle said I might wind up with the Spam and Jelly Cafe.
Spam and Jelly? Spam comes with it’s own jelly!
How about Butter and Jelly? It’s at least somewhat appetizing.