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Say Cheese

I discovered my garage wall is entirely closer than it would seem to be. But that's neither here nor there, nor in the same shape it was before I pulled in. So I wanted to do what my mom did in a similar situation. However, we don't have a cat to blame it on, so I went to Target with the intention of getting a tennis ball to hang on a string from the garage ceiling at just the right height to bump the car's windshield when the appropriate distance is reached upon entering and I don't have to hear that sad crunchy noise ever again.
I couldn't find the tennis balls.
This is not true.
I could have found them if I looked. I got distracted and forgot.
(Photographic goodness on the extended part. Yes there is. YES there is. Would I lie? Oh shut up. I'm not this time.)

What I did find was a doggy squeeze toy shaped like a wedge of cheddar.
And now it sits on the top of my monitor and I am forbidden to park in the garage for at least one week. Sort of like being grounded, without the Clearasil.
Here is a picture of my desk.

See the plastic cheese, up on the left of the monitor? See how lifelike it is? See how lazy I am that I didn't bother to take a close-up of it?
Oh, and see my cool desktop wallpaper? Here's a better view....

This was taken by the wonderful Shamrock (who will be interviewed later) at her cousin's (who will not) wedding.
Here's the part I love:

International Cheese.
Soon as I learn a second language (cursing doesn't count, I've been told as they hustled me with undue haste out of the Berlitz building), I may qualify to be International Cheese.
Tray bean?