Channeling Patrick Swayze...

So I tried on my wetsuit today.

I think even my dog laughed at the hilarity that ensued.

Trying to get a wetsuit on is much like trying to pull up a pair of wet jeans.

It ain't happening without some trickery.

Wetsuits are delicate. They don't look it, but they are.

So you can't force it or it will rip, so I've been told. Glad I was told, because getting this sucker on was stressful.

So, much like how we used to pull up hose in the olden days, I started slow and inched up the legs so the crotch ended up where the crotch should be.

After that, it was a cinch.

The back zipper has an EZ Out zipper that has a cord you use to pull it up all the way, easy peasy.

As I was doing this, my mind went to the movie "Point Break" which features Patrick Swayze and Kanunu (Keanu) Reeves as surfers. Surfers who wear wetsuits.

So.

You could say I pulled a Swayze today.

And that made me feel good, and lighthearted, as he always came across that way in interviews.

This makes me want to watch this cheesy movie.

Speaking of cheesy...

And finally, NO ONE sleeps like this, unless they want a dislocated shoulder:

Fromage, je t'adore

So my gal pals and I have this little "club" called the GGG (Girls Gastronomical Get-together). We will be expanding our group to include spouses, significant others, whomever for the next fete, of which I am the host.

We typically have a theme like Middle Eastern, Mexican, Tapas.

I've chosen cheese.

I am a cheesehead. A cheesemonger. I belong to the SCA (Specialist Cheesemakers Association). I am hardcore about cheese.

Like, if cheese were a loudmouth, backwoods Alaskan female republican, I would have overlooked the insanity and voted for it.

I am really looking forward to this soiree as I will be taking it a step further and pairing cheeses with wine and beer.

My favorite cheese of all time is Drunken Goat. I like it a little sweaty, and while the aroma is somewhat heady, the taste is heavenly.

A second favorite is Morbier. It's soooo stinky, but the layer of ash and the soft yet tart taste, with the mixture of morning milk and evening milk, is to die for.

Another charming selection (and quite peculiar) is Gjetost. Norwegian caramel goat cheese. 'Nuff said.

I am seeking out new cheeses to add to the selections, and attendees are encourages to bring their favorites for others to taste.

I. Cannot. Wait.