“Where’s the butter?” I holler, hunting from the dining table to the kitchen.
“I don’t know! I’m not your butter’s keeper!” said the Husband, smirking.
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Ha! He ought to repent — at least of smirking. 🙂
I so agree, Christine! I just told him your comment, and he’s chuckling. Maybe he’ll consider? :0
There should be an 11th commandment: Thou shalt not smirk at thy wife. 😉
Ha! I’ll let the Husband know!