On the first day of Christmas

Today is Handsome Dude’s birthday.

I used to be the super wife of the universe and put together a spectacular 12 Days of Christmas just to try and make his birthday a little BoOm-BaM-PoW.

[And by spectacular I mean two tiny cheese worm steps up from average.]

Why tiny cheese worm steps, Teresa?

It makes sense that you would ask.

I found this video whilst trying to verify if bleu cheese was really made with worms–and I still don’t know–it could be a myth–but I was wondering.

And it certainly is a remarkably random piece of information unless you’re a person who loves to read dictionaries and encyclopedias and then it’s just part of all of the other information you have stored.

[Stored: yes.  Accessible–or–Retrievable: not so much as at all–no.]

Here’s the video.  Just so you know watching the video until 05:20 will take you through the random information of what is mistakenly (mistakenly my eye) referred to as maggot/stinky cheese.  (The real and true name is casu marzu which correctly translated means: I’m a little bit throwing up in the back of my mouth.) The information after that includes cheese made inside (as in inside) a goat’s stomach (a deceased goat’s stomach) and then I didn’t want to finish the video.

[I live in the valley of cheese and wonder if there is a niche for this kind of blargh.]

Interesting, yet astonishingly useless information.

[However–you will want to thank me if you are ever playing Trivial Pursuit and the question comes up.]

Back to the 12 Days of Christmas.

I’ve decided that I’d like to have another go at being the super wife of the universe–well–his universe (no one else is required to believe I am a super wife except Handsome Dude himself–as I am his wife–and not someone else’s wife–just his–so it’s not a competition–it’s a goal–my goal–amen).

Which means that today is the FIRST day of Christmas.

On the FIRST day of Christmas, his true love gave to him:

One get out of jail free card.

Not kidding.

There are days when I know he walks into the house and sees me wild-eyed, with my eyebrows all raised up, and fierceness coming out of my nostrils and wishes that he was in a remote village in Sardinia eating handfuls of casu marzu with nothing on earth to wash it down with.

That’s when a get out of jail free card will come in handy.

Which means I will temper the wild-eyes, lower the eyebrows, and calm the fierceness.

~grin~

Here’s a particularly delightful version of The 12 Days of Christmas.