"I don't think you're pregnant, so I don't have a clue!"

Blast you, Deborah. Blast you.

Because of my older sister, Deborah, I have been craving one small food item all night: smoked cheddar cheese. What the? What a random craving.

I am not a cheese fanatic. Not even near to it. I don't even really like cheese. Not in it's solid form, at least. Cream chese, yes. Cheese sauce, yes. But I can't have a big slice of sharp and call it a snack, unlike many of my siblings.

I went grocery shopping with Deborah and Hyrum today. It was a blast. Hyrum is hilarious; he totally lounges everywhere. He was laying in the seat portion of the cart sideways, with his feet propped up on my purse. Such a funny little 10-month-old!

Anyway...my point:
Deborah got a bunch of crapola from the deli, including smoked cheddar cheese. She gave me a piece to try. Oh my heavens. I was licking it off the roof of my mouth for about five minutes, which was far from unwelcome.

And now I have been craving that blasted cheese all night long. And I'm not pregnant.
(Brian- "Are you sure it's mine?" Abby- "I don't know; I made a lot of calls that night.")