Theme Thursday: Roof

The peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth. You work the tip of your tongue up the side, trying to pry it down. It makes you wonder: Who brings a peanut butter sandwich to work? As your tongue works it's way into the back corner of the glob, you add: And then eats it at 11 am?

Smiling, you think about elevenses. Yes, you think, I could so be a a hobbit.

Elevenses are awesome...and the film wasn't too bad. I never really got into fantasy but I did like that film. Oh, I did like Star Wars. Star Wars, well, that was iconic. I must have seen it... according to my mother at least twice. My mother always tells that story about the time I made her watch the movie with me. I had already seen it. Her joy came from watching me explain to her everything that was going to happen.

My mother, who made me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every school day of my 12 year career. She said she was used to it, having made lunches for 6 older brothers and sisters. Still, I was senior with no other kids at home, you'd think she would have taken a break. But no, there she was making my lunch: PB and J on Roman Meal bread, 3 cookies and an apple.

In first grade, I would sometimes mix my lunch box up with Kris Krantz. He had the same Scooby Doo lunch box but his mother packed him a peanut butter sandwich on white bread and an apple. No cookies, no jam. I hated mixing up my lunch because he would always eat mine.

My brother liked white bread without jam as well. Ugh! While we were both in school together, we sometimes mixed up our brown paper bags. But he always found me to switch lunch. He DID not like peanut butter and jelly. We both had the 3 cookies so that was never a problem. He used to make me laugh the way he'd storm into my classroom to switch lunches.

I even ate PB and J in the summer...

You realize you've been day dreaming when a work colleague slams her note pad down on your desk, looking at you, expecting an answer.

With your tongue having almost worked the glob off the roof of your mouth, you mumble, "I hab pe nub bud er on da roof ob my mout."

Your co-worker snorts, stomping off saying, "Who eats peanut butter sandwiches anymore?"

You smile as the glob loosens itself off the roof of your mouth and you can finish your sandwich, because you know eats them. And you know why.