I married a man from Wisconsin. I have found out, over the course of our relationship, that this means several things.
One: You can never have too much Green Bay Packer memorabilia.
Two: Yes, the dog does need his own cheese wedge hat. It's for the games.
Three: Cheese is very, very important.
We were in the grocery store today. He said, "Oh, we're almost out of cheese," and grabbed a two pound brick of medium cheddar. I was just in the kitchen, getting things together for dinner tonight, and a half-pound of cheese fell out of the fridge. "This is 'almost out of cheese'?" I said. "That's hardly anything," he replied.
These Wisconsinites. They think anything less than half a pound of cheese in the fridge means a National Cheese Emergency, and that the National Guard needs to start milking mass numbers of Jerseys and that every good American must fire up their cheese presses...