butter and blog-iversary

Two years, yes, two years since I joined the blogosphere.  Not knowing where this would take me, or rather where I would take you all, I search now for a momentous topic.

I can't help but notice how different my surroundings and life are from my first post, 2 years and 150 blogs ago.  I like to write about home, I like to notice the "little things," jumping out at me this morning is a little thing indeed, my butter dish.

What's that?  It's odd to have colored specs in my butter!  Is this the "fun-fetti" sprinkle variety of butter?  No, it looks more like acrylic paint.  Uh huh, it could be, Axel did have a wild paint party this week...I wonder what else ends up on my toast?

It's very curious to me that we leave butter sitting unprotected to the elements of our kitchens. In other parts of the world, they leave most of their food out and refrigerate very little, but they also don't spend much time cleaning with toxic chemicals such as Windex.  Suddenly it occurs to me how often I clean this counter, I obviously avoid directly spraying the butter, but a fine mist must find it's sticky self once-in-a-while.  My butter clearly cannot fend off dust, bugs and the occasional flung paint, how much of these in-edibles have I consumed over my lifetime and love affair with butter?

Although I may never know what exactly I'm smearing on my food, this morning I have made an executive decision, stop shelling out the big bucks for organic butter.  What difference do a few antibiotics make?  Those antibiotics may just save me from an embarrassing butter reaction.

As I venture into the unknown of my third year in the blogiverse, I won't promise or commit to anything, I've tried that to no avail...ok, maybe I'll just promise one thing...you will never see me in a pair of "jeggings."  Seriously, google that one, a fashion trend that has been haunting me since it's introduction.

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