Cheesecake

Now, I've always thought that Cheesecake was a wonderful word, full of promise. But then, not two weeks ago, I was attacked by a killer. There I was, minding my own business, enjoying a delicious meal with my husband and some friends, when out of nowhere, I was offered cheesecake as a dessert! Well sure! Why not!?! Who says no to cheesecake? I took my first bite and thought, too bad, it's not the best, but it's okay... And then, two hours later, my stomache turned inside out. I found myself driving, faster, and faster, hoping to find a clean bathroom in the grocery store that I had to go to... I left my husband in produce and ran off to find a peaceful place to die. Only, I wasn't that lucky. I apologize to anybody who works in the Stop & Shop in my town. I had no choice, I had to do what I did. So you'd think that would be the end of it right? NO! I spent the next three days trying to figure out the best place to hang a TV in my bathroom. Yes, there were tears. I cried like the day I was born, lost and unsure where I belonged in this world... this cruel, cruel world where cheesecake attacks. Silver lining? Perhaps some pounds were shed? No. I told you the world was cruel.