I don’t know what else to say. Roger Federer is like buttah. Every aspect of his game, down to his outfits (look at his logo) and hair: buttah.
He’s almost too pretty the way he flits around the court, calmly coming back from a love-40 game to win in mere seconds. If he weren’t so damn pretty, he’d be in my stable of backup boyfriends. You know, should anything ever happen to hubs….I could count on:
Tom Brady. Been a backup bf for a while now, since his good old days as a Michigan Wolverine.
Then there’s this one:
Brett Farve? Yes please.
And to be honest, this one’s on both of our lists (that’s right, hubs has a backup bf list, too!):
I mean, of course Brad Pitt is on the list. More specifically, Brad Pitt in Fight Club. Total buttah.
Speaking of buttah butter, we recently switched back to the real stuff in an attempt to decrease the amount of foreign chemicals we eat. While I do sometimes miss the salty goodness of yogurt “butter” nothing is quite as good as the real stuff. Last night hubs made us some delicious grilled cheese sammies with mozz and muenster, a little swipe of butter, truffle salt, some home grown sprouts and an avocado mash I made with avocado, lemon zest and spices (duh, I guess). I was so hungry there was no time for a photo. You’ll have to trust me that is was buttah-licious.
I’m off to yoga-fy my muscles into a buttah-fication state after a long day of sitting in a chair at work.
Grace brings contentment.
I wonder if Yogi is aware of butter and its ability to also bring contentment.