I want cheese
By 7:30am, I was already having a bad day. Ugh.
I’m going to the Amish country for a few days. That doesn’t exactly sound like a smokin hot vacation, but it will be relaxing, there’s beautiful scenery, cute little shops and freakishly good food. And I mean, GOOD food. The Amish know how to cook. And, most importantly, I’ll be buying cheese … lots of cheese. So, since my day is getting worse by the minute, I’m just going to close my eyes, think of cheese, count to 10, and then when I open my eyes I’ll feel a little better.