Cigarette butts? Bad.
Bread butts? Delicious.
Butting in on a conversation? Occasionally necessary.
A cauldron of butter for your lobster
butttail? Marvelous plan.
Butting in line? Could go either way, depending on if you are the butt-ee or the butt-ed.
Butt pockets on dresses? Obviously amazing.
So, remember that time when I went away to Wisconsin and added ‘blogging’ to the list of ‘things I kind of want to do but(t) also kind of don’t’ (right underneath actually reading other people’s blogs)? A
But[t] you know what?
I’m (more than) OK with it.*
*But(t) I also secretly, selfishly hope you’ve been missing me.