Brie in the morning!

It is close to 1 in the morning and I am eating Brie.
I had a moment where I realized that this is not a healthy endeavor to undertake during the work week. I have plans. I have a baby. My wife is going to kill me. Then I realized that I was eating Brie for Jess. Ta da! Problem solved. Honey, I am/was eating Brie for Jess at 1 in the morning because you just gotta do what you gotta do. For Jess.
I will eat Brie for Jess any time of day. Especially in the middle of the night or the beginning of the morning. Whatever it takes.
I am wearing my superpower red bracelet and the Brie is there and I am kicking some super ass in supporting Jess right now. It is worth the pain of a work day. For Jess nothing can stand in the way.

I saw Jess the other day and she looked super great and I wanted to hold her up to the sky and yell, “I love this women, I will eat Brie!"
That is not exactly true.
I saw Jess the other day and she was lovely, nice boots, and some freckles. She ate an egg cream, or most of one, and we had a nice time. I had no desire at that time to eat Brie at one in the morning.

Maybe I had the desire to wrestle Jess to the floor. I have that desire a lot and for the most part I do my best and I don't wrestle anyone. That is lucky for most people because I was second in Northern New England and Fifth in New England. I am super tough but mostly I choose to be kind and thoughtful and eat Brie in the night thinking of Jess.

I was a little worried about being up so late and my wife would say, "What is wrong with you?" And I would not have a good answer. Then I thought of Jess.
Shit.
Honey! I stayed up for Jess to eat Brie!

I apologize.
I ate the Brie because I was not wanting to go to bed and instead did the bills and then I am taking myself to bed and hoping not to wake the wife.
I really think Jess is the greatest.