When Jill and her best friend were in 7th grade, they shared
a dream one night. N. dreamed that she ate half a PB&J sandwich and woke
up. Jill dreamed she ate the other half.
Then they went outside and saw a wolf at the edge of the woods. They
walked back to the house just before the wolf charged.
OK. That's fascinating. (And for the record, I love PB&J.)
ReplyDeleteNever had PB&J because it's not a NZ thing and sounds pretty hideous to me!
ReplyDeleteBut those dreams. That's weird.
Mali, do you know what PB&J stands for? Peanut butter and jelly. Still hideous? lol
ReplyDeleteYes, absolutely, it sounds ghastly. (We have so much US-origin media - TV/medias/books - we know what PB&J is!)
DeletePS. On our blogger's meeting, someone has to make me a PB&J, and I'll make them a marmite/vegemite sandwich. Heh heh.
DeleteWow. That is weird and fascinating. (another fan of PB&J)
ReplyDeletePB and nearly anything. PB and arugula's pretty good, for instance.
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