Sweet Cheeses!

I read an article recently saying that the price of happiness is $75K a year.  According to some recent studies, after that amount, your happiness doesn't increase in proportion to your paycheck.    A few years ago, I read a similar report saying it was around $40K. I don't know if either report is correct or not, but I do know both those figures are more than I make.  Which is okay, I make enough to live on comfortably.  We own a house (well, part of it), I just bought a computer (that I'm typing on right now) and tonight I could afford to buy a frozen pizza from Shakes for dinner (although  I didn't end up cooking it when I got home).  From a financial standpoint, more would be great but we're certainly not hurting. 

People define happiness in various ways.  Monetary and material things are the first and foremost in most peoples minds.  I define my happiness with cheese.  And cheese...I mean good cheese, gets expensive for people in my tax bracket. I think at $75K I could buy cheese without feeling guilty. What a concept - Guilt Free cheese.  I mean look at this cheese!



Tonight I set sail for Schmucks and discovered their mythical cheese island (I have read about it in stories).  It's amazing, you just keep circling and circling and around every bend there's new and interesting cheese (at new and interesting prices).   Because of this photo I was labeled a cheese-tease, but I just have so much love of the lactose, I feel I must share. I remember a trip to Colorado where we went and got lost in the mountains around boulder. All we had to survive on was brie and crackers and we made it out alive.  Good view, good cheese, good company. And there's my definition of happiness...for this evening.

So the moral of this story is maybe I need to start treating myself to more cheese.  Dreams only die by choice.  And tonight, I'm dreaming of cheese...Stilton to be precise.

I had to pause and think of what kind of video would involve cheese...and Monty Python wins hands down...not only because they amuse me to no end..but because a friend and I did this skit for our 6th grade talent show.  I was the storekeep in my first stage role and Bryan took the best part for himself...and then didn't show up the day we had to perform.  I think Chris Leach was the understudy. I'm not sure our 6th grade classmates were ready for our attempt at british humor (what's the cliche about hearing a needle drop in a haystack?) but we thought it was hi-larious.