“There is no such thing as too much cheese,” she says, her laser-like focus now turned toward fixing what I’d been working on. “That’s for sure going on your headstone.” “You know what’s going on yours? Mediocre at handling meat?” Jaw. Dropped. Getting roasted by Klair is easily one of my favorite pastimes, but this one just might take the cake. “Holy shit…that’s going in the book,” I say, struggling to breathe between my laughter as I take out my phone and add this exchange to my ever-growing note of Klair burns.
