The other day Steve was making himself an omelet in the kitchen while I was bustling around putting away dishes, when he suddenly stated that he loved me and then went on to explain that the cheese he was slicing reminded him of me.
Fortunately, I am accustomed to this type of questionable expression of affection.
One year my sister wrote me a birthday note stating that she'd just been eating a pork chop and it reminded her of me--small and pink.
It's a hard call, but I think it may be better to be likened to cheese than to be likened to a pork chop.
3 comments:
When I see squash I think of you, but it is not a physical resemblance.
Steve is perfect for you.
I love cheese--I think that's nice to be compared to.
Honestly, when I go to a nice cultural restaurant, I always think of you. But no specific food, yet.
When I see Keebler Fudge Cookies, I always think of you and your desire to be a Keebler Elf if you were a working non-human.
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