Saturday, October 25, 2014

Sticks Vs. Tub

Now before you think I've finally gone over the edge with some bizarre bathing ritual... nope.  I'm fine, relatively speaking.   I had the strangest argument with my beloved.... over butter.   Yes butter.  My husband who thinks the kitchen is a part of the house where dirty dishes go stood in our kitchen arguing with me about butter.

The problem?  It did not come in the form he was used to, in plastic tub.  I kid you not.  He stood in the kitchen arguing with me that we always have non-butter-chemical-crud in a tub.  No, no, darling.  We haven't have that crap in this house in YEARS!  I buy butter in a tub.  Butter.  It's better for you.   He till stood in the kitchen and told me what I bought and what we've eaten.... um yeah.  Do I need to remind you who shops, cooks and deals with all those wonderfully magical machines in the kitchen.  I'll give you a hint - it ain't Bubba.

He ate what we had, regular butter, in stick form, at room temperature so the argument wasn't about the ability to spread it - it was the container.  I can't make this crap up.  How simple would your life be if the only thing you had to whine about was the shape of your butter?  Of course in Bubba land, since he's always right, he knows that the crap in the tub was NOT the same stuff as was sitting in front of him in rectangular form.  Oh the great tragedy.

In order to save one's sanity from this kind of idiot-ocity... I left the kitchen.  Remember our mantra boys and girls -- I will not do well in jail, I will not do well in jail -- you cannot lie well enough to the police.... ohmmmmm ohmmmmm

Life will get simpler/ tougher next week.  We are back to work, I am up at 0-OMG-dark early and off to work.  There will not be that most precious time for Bubba to tell me what he thinks I should be doing all day -- because he's still sleeping when I leave.  THEN by the time he gets home I will be so dead tired, anything he says to me will fall on dead ears. ... feel the freedom from stupid arguments over the shape of one's butter.

I did notice something this week, Thursday I was out and about, and it was a good thing.  Wednesday and Friday I sat around like a blob.  I like busy better.  Remind me of that stupid statement about Thursday next week when my fanny is dragging about 1/4 off the ground.

All right, signing off for a Saturday morning... enjoy your butter - in whatever form you happen to like.

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