So I had one of those, "Wow, What a Deal!" moments while shopping yesterday. I got sucked into the 5 pounds of cheese for 12.99 thing. I'm still feeling confident about it. I'm pretty proud of my deal hunting prowess. Plus, we've got some near decadent cheese to snack on.
But it gets complicated. Once in awhile I think, "what are we gonna do with all this cheese!"
The other let down is that 5 pounds of cheese is not easy to deal with. You can't exactly zip lock it away. And grating would require a solid background in physics. So now that the "great deal" honeymoon is over, I've got to figure out how I'm gonna handle this thing.
But yo, I can handle it.
I'm gonna show that cheese I'm not a tease. That thing's not gonna monterey jack with me. Monte, I've got work to do; I've got a gig. I'm out there trying to make it for you, can't you see? If you were good to me, I'd take you along to see Dee Troit. But you keep behaving like this, and it makes me wonder if I should introduce you to Neil Down. I hope it doesn't come to that. I wouldn't want to have to send you to the Swiss Army. But the minute I find out you've been running Buck Nekkid around town for thrills, you'll be calling Anne Tacid for days.
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