Older than our marriage

I don't know what it is but I can't seem to get off this salty food kick. Seriously, I make myself a peanut butter and honey sandwich and after the first bite I think, Where's the popcorn? or the string cheese? or the Saltines?! 

It's bizarre.

I just got home from spending all day on campus. I opened the fridge, looked at the half-empty shelves pathetically, glanced at the clock to see how long until dinner, and looked back to the contents (or lack of contents) of the fridge. Nothing in there struck me as "something yummy." Bummer.

I settled for shreded Parmesan cheese. As I put pinches of cheese in my mouth I read the lid, Aged over 24 months. TWENTY-FOUR MONTHS? AS IN TWO YEARS?!

I shouted to Mikey, "Hey this cheese is older than our marriage!"

Unimpressed, he replied, "Crazy."