For those of you who know me well, you
KNOW how I feel about cheese. Cheese is great. Cheese is good.
Cheese is my friend. I Love Cheese. Yes, Love with a capital "L". I am not talking about a 4th grade style, kick 'em and run infatuation...I'm talking about a growing old together (not the cheese--ew) and making sweet, sweet love on a daily basis. Don't be jealous, Cheese and I have been together for a very long time. It was written in the stars. We couldn't help ourselves...it was the way God intended it. If you are the lucky/poor bastard that ends up with me, know that
you will take a backseat to Cheese. Cheese will always be there for me...will you? *
serious solemn face*
You may be wondering what my favorite kind of cheese is...or maybe you're thinking about whether you remembered to turn the flat iron off before leaving the house...who knows.. BUT my absolute favorite kind of cheese would have to be
extra sharp aged white cheddar. Cracker Barrel. Slice some of that up, throw it on a plate with warmed Triscuits, and I'm in heaven. You could tell me the world was ending, and I would just shrug, wink at you and keep munching.
Melted. Shredded. Sliced. Cubed. Oh. My. Goodness. I am down for it all. I eat it all throughout the day, and pay for it at night. Damn you, lactose intolerancy! Damn you!
You may be wondering what my favorite kind of cheese is...or maybe you're thinking about whether you remembered to turn the flat iron off before leaving the house...who knows.. BUT my absolute favorite kind of cheese would have to be extra sharp aged white cheddar. Cracker Barrel. Slice some of that up, throw it on a plate with warmed Triscuits, and I'm in heaven. You could tell me the world was ending, and I would just shrug, wink at you and keep munching.
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