Then it's suddenly Tuesday and I haven't accomplished anything aside from making myself really sticky and totally disillusioned with love. At some point I'm like "I just have to do it. I'm going to sit down and write and see what comes out. No pressure."
Anyway, that's how posts like this happen.
UPDATE: I started responding to comments on this post and I realized that most of my responses were explaining butter and honey sandwiches, which is an admittedly weird thing to eat. I decided to elaborate here instead.
I used to really enjoy peanut butter and honey sandwiches, but I can no longer eat peanut butter because Boyfriend is deathly allergic to nuts. We cannot have peanut butter in our house. I still love bread and honey, though, so I got the bright idea to substitute regular butter for peanut butter. It's like all the best parts of every food ever, combined into one sandwich. If you could put happiness on bread and eat it, that's what eating a honey and butter sandwich would be like.