James and I do not agree on the subject of jam. He likes strawberry, I like raspberry. He likes chunks of fruit, I do not.
I see this as an impassable problem; a real deal breaker.
He suggested we have two kinds of jam in the house.
Far too lavish.
My need for peanut butter sandwiches was great, however, and now we have three kinds of jam.
I feel like a Rockefeller.
*photo via Shiloh