The past few days at work on our insane job I've noticed something very disturbing.
Something depressing.
Something awful.
Something heart-breaking.
I think... my body is no longer happy with my consuming cheese.
We know about my love of cheese right? Yeah. Of course we do. Well every time I have it I feel like a stuffed piñata about to burst. It's unpleasant. It hurts. For giggles I went a few days without cheese and have felt fine.
I know for sure it's not dairy because I have milk and yogurt and feel fine.
But cheese? Oh my gosh, cheese?
Happy early birthday present EvY.
Love, your aging decrepit almost 30 body.
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