I can’t believe it’s not butter.

I wonder if the day will ever come when I think this card will work.


(That is not a biscuit.)



I almost purchased this card just so I could take it out to the parking lot and rip it into tiny pieces (which I would later recycle because I love the earth almost as much as I love honey).


This one did me in. Someday comma we’ll be a cute old couple period sitting on a park bench comma holding hands just because period until then ellipses… Don’t even get me started on the photo.


Do you remember way back in 2003 when my friend and I were considering starting up a greeting card business? Perhaps it’s time to revisit our business plan.

The Pudding Family spent the morning doing this:


And our evening was filled with this:


According to my calendar, it’s Sweetest Day. Jeff is the butter to my biscuits. Plural. Because I have more than one biscuit, and he is the butter for each of them. Googly eyeballs.

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8 thoughts on “I can’t believe it’s not butter.”

  1. Everything’s better with butter!

    Sounds like you wacky kids (and your kids!) had an entirely splendid day.

    Also, that autumnal picture? Isn’t there some “All American Image” contest in which that could be entered? Gorgeous!

  2. Happy Anniversary. Sorry I’m late.

    I have to believe that some of the major reasons you are still experiencing your wonderful marriage are:

    Whatever that contraption was supposed to be in the picture that accompanied your previous post is still stuck (unused) in a box somewhere and every now and then the two of you laugh about how bizarre it was.

    You know the difference between a muffin and a biscuit.

    You know when greeting cards are seriously unfunny no matter how badly mislabeled they are.

    You know how to spend all the hours of your anniversary doing things that remind you of how much you love him still.

    I predict there will be many, many more for you two love-struck kids.

  3. “Would you like us to assign someone to butter your muffin?”
    “Is he botherig you? Jason, why are you being such a skeez?”

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