Butter is better.

Life's not always beautiful.  I've had my up's and down's; we all have.  But right now life's great.  Sure, I worry about the upcoming winter.  Those long and dark days are depressing.  Even more so when it's freezing out.  But today it's sunny and we can go swimming and things are just so good that it almost hurts.  One day at a time.  That's the way to live.  And one funny at a time.  One "thing".  Our "thing" for today is butter.  You heard right.


All those years ago, when I first met Kenny and I heard him say the word 'better', it came out sounding more like 'butter'.  I just assumed I heard wrong.  But then it happened again, so I asked, "Did you just say butter?"  He replied, "No, I said butter," and looked at me like he didn't understand my question correctly.  So I said, "Do you mean better?"  Again with the misunderstanding look, he said, "Yeah, that's what I said.  Butter." 

It's been twelve years, four months and twenty-seven days since that conversation.  Over all of that time, he has still never pronounced the word 'better' correctly.  I don't even know why, but it drives me absolutely nuts in the same way as when his brother pronounces 'nuclear' as 'nook-you-ler'.  I'm starting to think they do it on purpose.


So, this morning...   

Kenny likes to sometimes make fun of controlling men by acting like one (and I'm serious, he really is just acting like one).  This morning, he told me, "Woman, you butter be makin' me some coffee, NOW!"  (And to prove even further that he is not a d-bag in disguise, I'll tell you that he didn't even want coffee...he was getting ready to go to sleep).  Anyway, my great and uncreative response was, "Right away, Kunny!" 


Oh, he got it.  I bet I've said at least a million times, "BET.  TERRRR." right after he said butter, so he definitely knew that I was making fun of him.  He just stood and looked at me with a gleam of hurt in his eyes and didn't say a word.  Then, he excused himself to the bedroom to go to sleep.  As he walked away, I said, "Good night, Kunny!  I mean, honey!" 


Let's see how long I can keep this up before driving him insane.  There's nothing butter than giving somebody a taste of their own medicine.