You know that feeling when a Tuesdsy feels like a Wednesday, and then it throws off your whole week? Well that happened to me this week and it only makes sense that if you think that your Tuesday is your Wednesday, then your Wednesday is your Thursday, then your Thursday is your Friday... but then when you get to your actual Friday, it's definitely not Saturday because you would be sleeping in and maybe eating pancakes or something. So, this morning I woke up feeling like it was Saturday, but remembering it's Friday, but then thinking, wasn't it just Friday just yesterday? What the heck? So I basically had two Fridays this week, the first one obviously being the worst.
I don't even want to know what my weekend will be like...
So anyway, this got me to thinking about cheese. And how I love it. I acutally wrote a little "ode to cheese" about it. It goes like this:
You make a meal dilectable
Where would macroni be without you?
You compliment the cracker
And complete the casserole
Grilled bread without you is like Christmas without presents
Poor broccoli without your creamy sauce is naked and lonely
Croissants call your name in a hope that you would cover them
You raise the fat content in food
But the flavour is unsurpassable
And you are a good source of dairy
You have changed the face of food forever
What would we do without you?