"Do you think we should get half a pizza?" I asked.
"Oh hell yeah," said Pirate. "Any of it you don't eat, I will."
So we did.
I just ate half of it. Oh, so good.
*contemplates other half of half-pizza*
You know, I don't know that there's going to be
And in this evening's D'oh! moment, as I reached up to get the container of crushed red pepper down from the cabinet, the lid came off and the whole thing crashed down, open, spilling crushed red pepper everywhere.
We buy our crushed red pepper at the Asian grocery. In a two-cup container. There's now at least a cup and a half of crushed red pepper distributed chaotically in my kitchen, centered in front of the spice cabinet.
And every time I consider going in to sweep it up, I start sneezing again. *achoo!*