The Knife

End of June.  End of all the delightful blog entries about delights.  But here's one last one.

 Tonight I held up a butter knife that was on the drying rack.  It hadn't been washed very well.  I turned to Husbandman and said, "Look at this knife."

Husbandman said, "That's not clean.  What jackass around here thinks that's okay?"

Husbandman cracks me up sometimes.  We're having a good time up here in Toronto.