When someone you care about confesses that they’ve never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you do the only humane thing – drop everything, run to the kitchen, and make a round of sandwiches for the room.

While Ed and Josh were off having Boy’s Night at the hockey game, we had Girl Time at my place – Shan, Miranda, Yunn and I settled in to watch as much Glee as we could take in one sitting. We were barely halfway through the first episode and at the scene where Cute Bug-Eyed Counselor shares a sandwich with Barely Older Than His Students Guy when Yunn fessed up – she’d never had a PB&J sandwich. The three of us were shocked, and it was unanimously decided that we pause the show so I could go and make sandwiches for us all. Luckily, Ed and I had done all the groceries in the world earlier this week, and we had all the supplies necessary – peanut butter, strawberry jam, and Wonderbread. We enjoyed our impromptu snack, and Yunn agreed that it was something she needed to experience and would probably be going to the store tomorrow. This may have been to placate us, but we’ll take it – we popped a cherry tonight, and it would do.

It turns out that 6 episodes of Glee back to back is our limit. We’ll watch the rest later, but right now my head hurts from all the suspending of disbelief I did. Still, I love Glee. It’s the first TV show I’ve watched religiously since the early days of CSI.

I also somehow managed to get my shirt stuck in the zipper of my pants, but that is neither here nor there.