Peanut Butter Balls

Cold weather, power outages, more ice expected today and internet issues continue for a 3rd day. I absolutely don’t need to spend another day troubleshooting DNS problems. Especially when I don’t even know what DNS is. One computer and all 6 TV’s back online with no problems. Second laptop and cellphone are not functioning or at least not at 100%. Because I wasted so much time trying various unsuccessful Wi-Fi & network fixes, I approached the kitchen cleanup from breakfast with a hurry-up offense. Don makes a mess with something, somewhere, every day. Yesterday he ate uncooked oatmeal with milk and whip cream. There are still remnants scattered everywhere. 

Dishes are banging as I unload the dishwasher. Cats come running as dishes clinking together are their dinner bell. In my haste, I make room on the kitchen counter/breakfast bar for clean silverware and miscellaneous bowls. I swipe an area clean on the counter with my hand and feel a small pebble. It’s chocolate brown. This area in the kitchen is where I do most of the baking. I figured it was a mini-chocolate chip from the hundreds of cookies I’ve baked for Don. Not thinking, I popped it into my mouth. Multi-tasking used to be a quality of mine. Now, it’s fractured like everything else.

Oh, yuck, that didn’t taste right. I continue crunching gently when it clicks with me that a mini-chocolate chip should not be crunchy. It then becomes clear that, OMG, it’s dry cat food. I went from I just ate dry cat food to I hope it was dry cat food in 2 seconds.

I’ve got news for people that washing your mouth out, with both your own dirty hands, is not the best solution. I threw open the refrigerator door and popped the top to the container holding one of Don’s favorite snacks of Peanut Butter Balls. It took 4 big balls to get the taste out of my mouth.

Note to Self: As soon as my blood pressure returns to normal, I’m going back in for more Peanut Butter Balls.

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