Potluck

Potluck?  I'm all sorts of routine now.  Chili potluck?  I've got the cheese, milk and butter.  Taco potluck?  I've got the cheese, sour cream and milk.  Breakfast potluck?  I've got the milk, cream cheese and the cream.  The dessert potluck? I've got the milk and the pudding. The no theme potluck? I'll make a theme for the potluck...the theme will be dairy as I bring the milk, cheese, etc...

You get the idea.

I volunteer for the milk, butter and cheese. Again. And again. And again.  No one has complained, but I feel a bit like a broken record.  I said to my husband that I felt bad that I kept bringing the same thing. I told him I didn't want it to seem like I was taking the easy way out.

He just looked at me, smiled and shook his head.  "Clearly your offerings aren't the easy way out. You milked the cow to make all that stuff for crying out loud. How is that the easy way out?"

Point taken. 
Which is good, as come Thursday, I was planning on bringing milk to go along with cookies anyhow.