A Christmas Eve Cheese Problem (or is it?)

Today is Christmas Eve.  Jared is sleeping, and will be doing so until about 4:30PM, at which point, he will get up and get dressed and head back to work.  Yes.  Jared is working midnights during Christmas, which pretty much SUCKS, but we keep reminding ourselves that him WORKING at the hospital during Christmas isn't nearly as bad as being SICK in the hospital during Christmas.  Right?

So anyway, I'm SO BORED.  I have been off of work all weekend and won't go back until Wednesday, and I know that being bored isn't a real problem, but OMG you guys.  I know...I HAVE thought up some things to do around the house, but none of them really would work.  I COULD clean out the hall closet, but that might wake up Jared.  I COULD mop my kitchen floors, but we pay someone to do that already, and let's be honest...the floors can wait until those ladies show up.  I COULD take the dog to the hiking trails, but ever since becoming preggo, I have an irrational fear of being in a wooded area alone.  Someone might abduct me and hold me hostage in their basement until I go into labor, at which point, they will remove my baby and sell it on the black market.  (I saw that on Criminal Minds once, and it's obviously left a lasting impression.  And yes, this is really a fear of mine.)

SO. I've mainly been busying myself with making food that we don't need and then sending massive amounts of it to work with Jared.  It's a win-win because it gives me something to do, and Jared has reported back to me that everyone thinks I'm awesome, so...yeah.  Gotta keep up appearances, yo!  Tonight I am sending Jared with those random ham and cheese poppyseed sandwich thingies all over Pinterest (the ham is currently baking and smelling delicious!), that midwest cheesy hashbrown casserole thing with corn flakes on top (OMG yum), and that (also midwest?) broccoli salad that contains bacon, cheese AND raisins, because that combination totally makes sense.  Maybe not on paper, but in your mouth...it just works, okay?  And veggies and dip.  And cookies.  And I think I need to borrow a wagon from my neighbors to somehow haul it into the hospital.

Anywho, as I was browsing through my refrigerator to see what other things I could make for Jared's work, I started to realize that we really have a lot of cheese.  I mean...a lot.  How much cheese do you guys keep in your refrigerator?  Because when I pulled them all out and set them on the stove, I counted 26 kinds of cheese.

That's TWENTY SIX kinds of cheese in a refrigerator that's used for TWO people.

I admit...I love cheese.  LOVE LOVE LOVE.  But has this love gone too far?  In case you can't see (and you are even remotely interested), my cheese on hand included: grated gruyere, shredded parmesean, chevre with cranberries, regular chevre, cream cheese (regular), cream cheese (whipped), ricotta, gouda, irish cheddar, sharp cheddar, pepper jack, swiss (lacey AND baby!), string cheese, blue cheese, not one but TWO cheese balls! (spicy mango and jalapeno fiesta), various cheeses that we brought back from Holland, vintage beemster (because I buy whatever the cheese monger at Central Market tells me to buy), and pimento cheese (the only one that really counts because OMG so good!).

So now I ask you.  Is this normal?   How much cheese do you have in your refrigerator?  I did mention to Jared the other day, "I think we might have a cheese problem..." to which he responded, "I wouldn't call cheese a problem.  Cheese is always the solution."