I love butter.
It goes down so smoothly and tastes so good.
It was right there on the counter and was within my reach.
I couldn’t help myself.
My crime wasn’t discovered until later in the morning when the youngest progeny made toast and commented that she needed to get out another stick of butter.
Shoe Queen: I need to get out some more butter
Alpha Male: I just put a new stick of butter out this morning.
Shoe Queen: But there is only this little bit on the plate.
Alpha Male: I put some out this…….
I went right in my house. I feel safe there.
But I have been out A LOT this afternoon.
Alpha Male keeps muttering something about “Greased Lightening”. Do you know what she means?