"...was that comment actually a cry for help?"

Despite the Great Bacon Meltdown of 2011 we had a good day yesterday. I made sun tea, which I know isn't a big deal at all, but considering I felt like a failure on the bacon front I needed something to be a success. 

Shhhhh! I need this!

"Sunshine, sunshine, it's fine
I feel it in my skin, warming up my mind,
Sometimes you gotta give in to win,
I love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine..."

We also moseyed over to Table Rock State Park to explore and finished the day with a fire and some booze. 

Testing the waters of Table Rock Lake.

What was that about no swimming for an hour after eating? What if I swim and eat simultaneously?

While eating a peanut butter and (homemade) strawberry jam sandwich this morning P.B. said, "I like peanut butter, but I always feel like it's trying to kill me."

"I know what you mean. Peanut butter is so homicidal."

He has since wandered into his office to shoot some pixels (a.k.a. play Call Of Duty) so I never got an explanation of his comment. Makes me wonder though, since his nickname is also Peanut Butter, was that comment actually a cry for help?