Butter

Butter ~ my theme being, butter makes everything better, makes this story even odder.

This morning's conversation with my husband:

Mike: So I'm happy with everything you did yesterday except you used the last of the butter and didn't put a new stick in the butter dish.

Shall we disect this statement?

First I shall start with where I took the conversation, because the rest of it was still rattling around in my brain trying to find a place where it made sense.

Me: I didn't use up all the butter.

Mike: Yes you did, and you didn't replace it.  Who does that?

Me: I didn't use up all the butter or I would have replaced it.

Mike: So you're blaming your son?

Me:  Well, he probably is the one who used up all the butter making the corn cake on Thursday {where he didn't really measure anything...like only used half of the Jiffy corn bread box, but that's another story}

Mike: So you're throwing Jacob under the bus.

Me: but I didn't leave an empty butter dish.

And then the sermon at church today was about keeping a healthy marriage by being honest with each other.  He kept calling me butter.

But let's go back the the part that is still rattling around my head 13 hours later.  "I'm happy with everything you did yesterday." ?!?!!!!!

What?
You keep track and GRADE what I do everyday?

Later he said, "We'll you always say thank you when I take out the garbage.  I was trying to be complimentary."

Some days, he infromed me, I earn an incomplete; he just doesn't tell me about it on those days.
And that's funny, because it's kinda true.

But really?