When you get married a lot of your pretensions and assumptions are revealed simply because your spouse has been raised to see things differently than you always have.
My wife is a considerate person so when she found out I didn't like Velveeta she forestalled judgement and tried to figure out why.
I just want to ask you as a blog reader: did you not grow up eating homemade pizza with velveeta on it?
It was like my memories spun around me like in the end of the movie Memento.
VELVEETA IS NOT FOR HOMEMADE PIZZA!
I'm proud to say that after a couple of counseling sessions I'm now back on my feet eating Velveeta like a semi-normal American.
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