Like some kind of cheese junkie I was feeling nauseous due to a cheese craving. I am tucking into a lovely cheese sandwich but will have to suffer the consequences in silence. Mr Pigalina has told me I can eat cheese as long as he doesn’t hear any complaints about my sore belly.
Curse you, you delicious substance.
Cheese, I have never had nothing but love for you. Why do you hate me now?
Today, at morning tea, I had some pizza bread covered in cheese. (I may have had a lil bit of cream cake too…) Less than an hour later my body let me know that it will not be tricked into re-entering a relationship with dairy.
Sigh.
My dog is attending his friend’s 1st birthday party! (As requested by the dog’s child humans) Meaty, cheese covered, cupcakes for all canines.
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