Who else is digging this new time change? I love that it happens earlier! And I especially love that it's almost 7pm, and it's still light outside. I feel spring coming on. Woot woot.

Nich and I were so tired from working today, that we ordered in pizza. Yes, that's right, DELIVERY. We spoiled ourselves, I don't even remember the last time we ordered dinner delivered to our door. But, really, the point of my pizza delivery story is this:

Nich asked what kind of pizza I wanted. I reply "tomato and mushroom". Somehow, during the phone call order, he gets talked into ordering me Garden Vegetable pizza. Garden Vegetable! Have you heard of a more disgusting sounding pizza in your life? So, I have a mini flip-out, when he tells me what he ordered. But, then I apologized and said it would probably be good. So, the pizza arrives, and all I see are olives! onions! and pineapple! And did I mention icky OLIVES? Ew! And what's with the pineapple being on a "garden vegetable" pizza anyways. Pineapple is a fruit, people.

So, I had another mini flip-out (I am such a child sometimes, poor Nich) and my dear husband takes my pizza and attempts to pick the olives, onions, pineapples and other strange unrecognizable things off my piece. What a guy. And, oh, did I mention he brought me flowers? He does this once or twice a month, out of the blue, for no reason at all. And, huh, where am I going with all this?

Garden Vegetable Pizza is gross

Nich is the perfect husband (overlooking his pizza ordering abilities of course)

Teresa is a tantrum-throwing picky pizza eater