Thankful For And Freaking Out About Butter

During the month of November, several of my Facebook friends posted one thing they were thankful for as their status everyday. This led me to thinking about what I'm thankful for, but I didn't want to post it daily on Facebook.

I thought about writing several blog posts listing the things in my life that I am thankful for having. But I nixed that idea because I never know where to draw the line between heartfelt sentiment and schmaltz. Also, by the time I decided to do a daily blog post, November had come and gone. And most of my 'thankfuls' are obvious anyway: family, friends, and butter.

Butter?

Yeah. Butter.

Okay. Maybe butter isn't an obvious choice, but I'm very thankful for butter and I have a little bit every day. I probably have more than a little bit every day. I have butter at nearly every meal.

I can't help it. It's delicious.

Once I realized that I eat butter at every meal, I kinda freaked out. You're shocked that I freaked out about something, aren't you? Yeah. It's pretty shocking news.

I announced to my husband that I eat butter at every meal. Then I made a classic mistake. I asked him if he thought that was okay.

He then turned to me very seriously and asked me if I knew that heart disease was the leading killer among women.

Way to talk down a jumper, man. I was freaking out enough already. Now I've got add 'repeatedly fret over heart disease' to my to-do list.

So I did what I always do in times of freaking out. I texted Tata because everyone knows that she's my voice of reason.

* side note: T being my voice of reason during a massive freak out has caused my husband, on more than one occasion, to have a freak out of his own.

Her response to my problem is genius in it's simplicity.

Nope, I'm not gnawing directly from the stick (mainly because I prefer my butter to be all melty), so I'm in good shape. I felt better. A couple of weeks after T's reassurance text, I found this picture.

Thanks Paula! Now I feel much better! Pin It Now!