Spring has sprung, and I feel so many feelings. For example, my husband made me cheesy toast this morning, and I welled up with gratitude. I love cheesy toast so much. I feel so strongly about my love of cheesy toast (and of the maker of said cheesy toast).
As you can see, I've purchased a polka-dot mommy-to-be tank top because clearly, obviously and duh. My love of polka-dots is eclipsed only by my love of cheesy toast. (So cheesy. So crunchy. SO GOOD.)
8 comments:
I love cheese on toast.
Your bump is coming along nicely :)
You are the only other person I've known to call it cheesy toast! That's what it's called in my family but everyone else would have no idea what I meant so eventually I just defaulted to toasted cheese, which is wrong. Nice polka dots!
Love the top. Polka dots are the best.
Nothing beats cheesy toast and polka dots...well, maybe polka-dotted cheesy toast? No? :D
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yay to cheesy toast! :)
Well darn, I want some cheesy toast now. Or cookies.
I'm assuming cheesey toast is simply just that - cheese on toast? Hm. What's not to love?
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