So. Sunday night I came home from work, got ready for bed, and started my nighttime routine. Which, of course, includes my 2 Reese's Peanut Butter cups. This has continued to be quite the
project. That night my son who is, apparently, like the Princess and the Pea with a bionic ear when sleeping, was sleeping even lighter than usual. It took me 6 minutes, people, 6 minutes! to open one PB cup. I timed it. I watched the digital clock tick off the minutes while being ever so grateful that it was Sunday night, when I don't have to get up for work the next day, and not Saturday night. The second one only took 3 minutes. I say only 3 minutes, but seriously, open a PB cup. Go ahead, I'll wait. What does it take you? About 6 seconds? Yeah. Anyway, I had an epiphany last night. I didn't open it like a normal person does by unwrapping it. I sliced the top open. The crinkling was kept to a minimum and it was open in about 15 seconds. WooHoo.
Why didn't I think of this sooner?
Why am I obsessed with this subject?
Time to move along. Just move along, Tam.