A couple of years ago Landlady gave me a great gift: A french butter dish. It works wonderfully well in summer to keep butter fresh outside a refrigerator.
In winter there’s a problem: The only way to load the contraption is to first soften the butter, and that probably works better in a house with central heating. In fact I think I’m just going to get a regular butter dish and keep Frenchie for summer, because the only way I’ve figured to soften a whole stick of butter in winter without outright melting it is to stick it inside my overshirt for an hour or two.
Yesterday evening I learned the full consequences of something I had already figured out without putting it to the test: It’s vitally important not to forget you put it there…
Yeah – those shirts went straight into the hamper…
Do not let Tobie anywhere near that hamper unless you want lace shirts!
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Joel: thank you for sharing. I needed a laugh today.
Fair is fair: I left my favorite coffee mug on top of the car. The passenger side of the body smelled wonderful for a week. I kinda hated to wash it.
I enjoyed a little laugh at your expense. In payment, I will return the favor: I heard a clunking sound when I started the washing machine. While mentally going over the possibilities of what it could be, I remembered my new pants had a side pocket, and that’s where I had put my phone.