May the new year bring you great cheese, fun reads, and new friends! Stay Cheesy! Love, The House Mouse.
Oh, and maybe just a little nostalgia.
I was such a picky eater as a kid, my mother called me her House Mouse because cheese was the only thing she knew she could get me to eat without my throwing a argument. Although I have since broadened my palate (finally eating my first strawberry at the ripe old age of 32) I still delight in the discovery of fantastic, funky and flavorful fromage. Stay Cheesy!