My husband is entirely awesome and I absolutely adore him. He is so much more than I deserve.
But he seems to have some sort of issue in regards to the butter tub.
He will make a sandwich and put everything away, except the butter.
He will clean up after dinner and leave the butter sitting on the counter.
He will pick up after I make a mess in the kitchen, and not pick up the butter.
What is it?
Does he hate the butter?
Should I buy a different brand?
Does the butter have some sort of force-field around it that makes it invisible to his eyes?
Is he conducting a science experiment?
Does he have religious convictions against refridgerated butter?
It is a mystery, and I will not rest until I learn the answer.
These are the things I ponder when I lie awake at night.
Because my mind, it is a well of deep thought.
What is it about the butter?
Technically it’s margarine. Maybe that’s the problem.