The other day I was at the doctor, and she told me my cholesterol was looking high. She asked me if I eat a lot of eggs and cheese. I said yes, and she gave me that doctor nod that says, "sucks to be you." Collapsing on the floor into a convulsion of sobs did not seem overly dramatic to me, because I knew what was coming next. She was going to tell me to cut back. And I was going to mope around for the rest of my life in an irritable, cheese-less, state of shock. But then, wait no...
She noticed my HDL cholesterol was very high. "What a beautiful number!" she said. That was why my cholesterol looked high, and I was to eat all of the eggs and cheese I wanted. ANGELS SANG ABOVE! REJOICE, ONE AND ALL, FOR HEAVEN IS MADE OF CHEESE!
So Jack and I made an egg and cheese sandwich to celebrate (above) and I let my son sit very close to the burner.