Whenever I used to say “I need you in my life” it was always to women and I was young. Well only one woman at a time. I mean, I didn’t want to die early! That must be why I’m still here and I was just thinking about how boring the usual snacks and confections are routinely stocked at the house. I’ve come to the conclusion recently that what I really need in this house is a jar of that Marshmallow spread, you know the kind? There are some advantages to telling something inanimate how much “you want it in your life”:
Marshmallow spread will never ask me –
– what my plans are in the next five years?
– or if I’m thinking about another spread?
– or if I think it looks fat in that jar?
– or when I’ll be home?
– or why I never listen?
– or to take my feet off the table?
No Marshmallow spread is not like that, so that could make it a perfect match so I bought some today. I was reminiscing about those peanut butter and marshmallow spread sandwiches, yum! 🙂

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