So last week my mom bought me a block of cheese because like any sane person I LIKE CHEESE. I decided to have the opening ceremony of releasing the glorious block of goodness from it’s package when I looked at the label. IT WAS SWISS CHEESE. Have I failed my mom as a daughter? Is she mad at me about something? WHO GIVES SOMEONE A BLOCK OF SWISS CHEESE. That day I picked up the cheese from her, she had told me how she got herself a block of pepper jack. I see what you did there, mom. I guess I am the second favorite child. What am I supposed to do with a whole block of swiss? I mean ya, I will eat it but I won’t be happy about it. Needless to say my day cheese session was just meh.