Some people say the moon is made of green cheese.
Although Rory and I have never seen any green cheese, cheese in general is our all-time favorite snack. If green cheese is special enough for people to fly all the way to the moon to find it, we would certainly be willing to try some.
What doesn’t make sense is why humans want to go so far when there is no shortage of cheese at the local supermarket.
Apparently, spaceships are very cramped. To me, being cooped up in a car is bad enough, but at least that usually isn’t for very long. I need my freedom and the joy of running.
For once, Rory agrees with me.
Dad and Grandma just laugh. They are good at that.
I asked Grandma to take some photographs of cheese for this post. I wish she wouldn’t spend so much time on the computer ruining perfectly good photographs.
This brightly colored creation was not exactly what I asked for, but beggars can’t be choosers.
Rory says, “Whatever makes Grandma happy.”
Grandma even found a sign pointing to blue cheese. Once in a blue moon, she gets things exactly right—without even leaving Earth.
Profit has spoken. Rory, too.
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