
This observation led me to think, “Man, she really eats a lot of butter.” I was also annoyed because she would always leave the top of the butter jar open. It was one of those lids that slid up and back clockwise.
One day, I finally broached the subject. She then admitted that she believed I was consuming an excessive amount of butter and hesitated to address it directly. Now, I’m skeptical of the situation and can’t help but wonder what’s going on.
Two days after our conversation, I decided to step outside onto the patio to have a beer. As I glanced back into my house, I noticed my dog on her hind legs, with the top of the butter container open and her nose in it.
I was both concerned and relieved that my wife wasn’t eating sticks of butter.
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