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Here in the midwest we have a tradition at our State Fair that involves young dairy princesses getting their images carved out of big slabs of butter. Maybe you have this tradition, too? No? One of Lexie’s godmothers was a dairy princess and when the fair was over she cut up her Butter Head and gave the chunks away as Christmas gifts.
I bring this up because I was trying to explain the feeling I have of constantly being chipped away at to my Georgia hermana the other day. And the image of the State Fair Butter Heads kept popping up. As a wife and daughter and friend and neighbor and mother of four, of course I’m going to give away a lot of, well, butter throughout the day. But the truth is that much of the time I feel like people are coming at me with a chisel and just scraping butter off at will.