Despite having escaped to Florida to visit the Wonder Lake snowbirds, her parents, my sister-in-law apparently prevailed upon my bother-in-law to take a picture of me decapitating the lamb-shaped butter.

Apparently, some 17 years ago, I playfully (or, at least I hope it was “playfully”) cut off the lamb’s head to butter my bread.

So, they insisted I do it again.

Here’s the evidence of my compliance with their request.

Ah, the ignominy.