You know how it goes… you just finish putting the peanut butter and jelly on your toast… and somehow, the piece of toast inexplicably leaps from it’s plate into the air. Time freezes, or at least goes into slow motion. You watch the toast do a triple-double axel as it cascades across the kitchen toward a cabinet and then to the floor. Splat. Face down, on the tile floor.

Why does peanut butter and jelly toast always land face down on the floor? Well… actually, it doesn’t. We just only remember the times when it lands face down, the times that make us grumpy.

You know… life can be kinda like peanut butter landing face down on the floor. “Things just ever go right for me!”… blah. blah… blah.

Well, in the past few days I had two things happen where I stopped and thought, “Wow… that was like a piece of peanut butter toast landing face up.”

The first was the other day I was mailing something in a mailbox on a street corner. I was dropping the envelope into the box with the same hand that I had my cell phone. I opened the mailbox and started to release my hand when I thought “Oh geesh! My cell phone!” I quickly tried to grab it with my other hand as time went into slow motion… panic ensued (and by the way, panic in slow motion is much more panicy than normal speed panic). Somehow I managed to knock the cell phone back into the air and swatted it against the mailbox like a fly-swatter to a fly. Saved. After breathing my sigh of relief I realized, “Whew. That could have gone very differently and consumed the rest of my day.” Peanut butter toast face up.

Then, this morning, I was emptying the coffee grounds out of my coffee filter thingy. I have a filter-less coffee maker, so there are no little white filters in it, so the coffee just sits in the aluminum (bronze? I don’t know) container. Anyway, as I took it out to dump the dried grounds into the sink the top of the filter hit the bottom of the cupboard and jacked the thingy out of my hand (who uses a death-grip on a coffee filter?!) and I began the juggling act, in slow motion of course, as I passed the thing around my kitchen a dozen times as I myself did the triple-double axel keeping it in the air. In normal speed I think it really only bounced back and forth maybe once, but that makes for a less engaging story (could a story really be less engaging?). Thanks to incredible talent, I rescued the filter and saved dried coffee grounds from being scattered all over the counter, the floor, and down my shirt. And once again, Peanut butter toast face up.

So what’s this blog post about? It’s about remembering that peanut butter toast falls face up, too.