now what?

Dammit Beavis. Tonight I made a sandwich for my bambino's lunch tomorrow, and, once I remove the lid and peel off the foil, I'm kind of admiring the smooth, semi-glossy surface of the peanut butter (my endorsement for Peter Pan: 'Honey Roast' goes here. I doesn't hit me until I dig a butter knife into it and spread it over the bread that I bought Creamy instead of Crunchy. Cue the muted trombone ('aw, nuts' effect).

How could I overlook a detail like this? More importantly, why do I let myself continue with such irresponsibility? Will I ever recover from this unsandwichly funk? Maybe I will, and maybe I will!