Peter Pan Grounded
Its Challenge Tuesday of course, but before we get to that we ran out of Peanut Butter yesterday and it sparked a trip down Memory Lane…
First a little back story, Jack, my dear hubby-man used to eat once a day. Dinner only. He was not afraid to miss both breakfast and lunch and had a big dinner. Often he would arrive home from work weak and couldn’t wait for dinner to get to the table, so he hung out in the kitchen snacking on Ritz Crackers and Peter Pan Peanut Butter. Yes, I know there was that health scare over it, but the only scare in this house was what would happen if Jack had to switch to another brand. Its only Peter Pan for our big guy!~
Same for the Ritz…only Ritz… not Keebler Club Crackers or Saltines…just Ritz!~ The only thing he is truly picky about…and the Red Plum Jelly…another story all together.
Okay on with it.
Last year Jack went to a medical conference in San Francisco regarding a new drug study for Alzheimer’s Disease. It was very exclusive, only one team from each state was invited and he was honored and a bit nervous about attending. I knew this meant he was not going to eat well when he was there, because…he never eats. LOL! Less so when he is busy and nervous. Food might not be available all the time when he is ready to relax so I packed his favorite Peter Pan and Ritz. but I didn’t tell him…I tucked it in with a quickie love note as a surprise. Something about how much I love his commitment to “this cause” meaning Alzheimer’s and I loved him to pieces.
I painstakingly measured his cologne, de-wrinkle spray, etc into tiny 3 ounce bottles. Assembled his clothes and shoes, bought him a new travel iron, and removed his pocket knife from his pants pocket and his scissors from his travel ditty…not because he can’t do these things himself, but because I am a control freak. Okay, AND I know he will forget to pack the underwear. Life as we know it will end if Jack has no underwear. So here I am saving the world from certain destruction tucking in a merciful extra pair when I find the best spot for his little peanut butter jar.
What a hoot it will be for him to find it there once he arrives in SF. I also added the sleeve of crackers now with note attached and wrapped in bubble paper inside the underwear in such a way as to resemble a great, big…
…sleeve of crackers.
Uplifted by my little joke and that I remembered the bubble wrap. I giggled to myself his entire travel day, anticipating the hilarious phone call I would get once he was settled in his room and unpacked.
It was after 11 when I called it quits and went to bed. I was a bit worried but since I now wear big girl pants. I only checked with the airline twice ( okay 3 times) to make sure his plane didn’t crash and didn’t page him at his hotel or call his cell. ( it would be off in transit and once he got into a conference too) We agreed he would call me at a break. He was probably just busy and forgot to call. As long as he is safe. I am good.
The next morning, late, I got the call. Turns out, Jack had a long travel day and didn’t even get to his hotel till after 11. Too late for the welcome dinner and room service was closed. Poor Baby! Good thing I packed Peter Pan and Ritz, I thought!
Well… here’s the thing…Peter Pan Peanut Butter is a liquid. Yes, I know it doesn’t pour or even come out of the jar without digging, but in crazy air-travel land its a liquid. So the 5 ounce sealed jar of it did not make it to San Francisco with Jack. Here’s the “funny thing”…Peter Pan Peanut Butter also looks like Plastique Explosive on the luggage peek-a-boo machine. I would think it would look like Peter Pan Peanut Butter??? The jar shape is distinctive to anyone who has been in a grocery store???
Anyhoo! There was a bit of a kerfluffle over the ‘bomb” in Jack’s bag, causing an extensive search that delayed the plane. This search also showed up the “sleeve of crackers” encased in bubble wrap and underwear. Underwear, that flew like a flag when a triumphant luggage checker held the crackers aloft by the discoverer. Another component of bomb making!! This attracted the attention of a slew of onlookers. Needless to say, Jack lost his sense of humor briefly.
When asked extensively if he packed his own bag he carefully admitted he did not. When asked if he put the questionable liquid in his bag, he said, he did not. If asked if he intended to remain married I bet he would have said, he did not.
More than a year later, we can laugh about the time of the Peanut Butter Bomb. But that day, in his beautiful hotel room overlooking San Francisco Bay, eating dry crackers in bed. My Jack was not laughing. Not even a snicker.
“Did you have to write, you loved me to pieces!”, He snarled.
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Challenge Tuesday!
I did the DSO Font Challenge this week! Such fun! Here is my result you should try this someday it will put a spring in your step and the Posting Bonuses Andrea makes are out of bounds!~
This is Miss Phebs, our nearly 16 year old Great Dane Girl and she would rather me put down the camera! LOL! She despises getting her picture made! Shakes her head around, fake sneezes, barks for Daddy! You name it she does it when its picture time!
She usually gets whatever she wants except to come upstairs alone since she doesn’t do stairs very well and needs a stair buddy.
Font used for frames is Tuna and Hot Dogs on Rye
Font used for Name is Fleur De Leah
All elements and papers by Jodiann (that’s me)*wink*
Happy Tuesday! Try a Challenge! 
Edited: June 9th, 2009