A bird in the peanut butter

In an attempt to govern my appetite,  trying to make better choices before I take a bite.  The winter solstice had me craving things.  My stomach, loud and proud did sing.  More than half of the peanut butter jar was a dark void.  Could I be any more annoyed? Holding my breath, I unscrewed theContinue reading “A bird in the peanut butter”