Goodness, and badness

Pam was feeling down with migrane shit, so I made her comfort food for dinner, and watched her new DVD copy of the wedding, which makes her feel better. I had made a new loaf of bread, and we snacked on that, with lots of butter. When we were cleaning up I couldn't find the remainder of the stick of butter, and asked Pam if she had brought it up. When she said she hadn't, I looked at King, who let out a burp. I don't *know* he stole it, so I can't really punish him, but can't find the butter anywhere.

*sigh*
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