Sometimes life with the Pres is a bit confusing. It reminds me of a BIG CIRCLE. Now, you're probably wondering why I have a photo of this bowl of corn. I'm hoping it will become clear after you read what just happened.
Walking into the kitchen, I saw the butter dish sitting on the counter. Since it wasn't there when I went downstairs to fold the laundry, I turned toward the Pres and said,"Why is the butter dish on the counter?"
HIM: "I cut the corn off the two ears of corn and put it in a bowl."
ME: "So why is the butter dish on the counter?"
HIM: "I don't know."
seeing, saying, sharing...
My head is still spinning. Did I miss something? Did he mention the butter dish? Maybe I need to get out more. Maybe I should go mow or something. Or maybe I should just stop picking up after him!!