Friday, January 21, 2011
Quirks, Pizza and Silliness
I love my husband.
He is so fun - he loves to do things outdoors, and in that space has no issue with dirt or grease or grime. He won't shower for days, he happily hikes through streams and mud bogs.
But, given the option to be clean, he is a little OCD.
Last night we were laying in bed watching The Big Bang Theory on his laptop. It's been a long week. We have all been sick - Ivie is on round two of really sick and we were tired. In the
episode we were watching the characters were eating pizza. And we both started to get hungry.
After discovering our favorite pizza joint up the street was open for another 20 minutes, we placed a take-out order and had this conversation as I was pulling on clothes to make the very unhealthy midnight meal run.
ME: Yes! Pizza in the bed. I am so excited.
TREV: We are not eating it in the bed.
ME: Yes we are. We are eating it in the bed and watching more big bang theory.
TREV: It is greasy and will get crumbs in our bed.
ME: Put a tablecloth on the bed.
TREV: The grease will soak through the tablecloth and get on our bed.
ME - slightly exasperated: Well, hon, it is 10:00 PM and I am eating this pizza in the bed and watching crappy TV, so you had better figure it out by the time I get back.
This is what I came home to.
Apparently, the box is to hold the pizza that is already in another box. This way the grease would have to try and make it through 3 layers of cardboard and a tarp. I love this silly, silly, silly boy.