This is what Roscoe’s pizza looked like coming out of the oven. Not really, we buy the inexpensive frozen kind. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Roscoe arrived home yesterday after a long day of stitching peoples’ bits back on. My husband spends some eighty hours a week doing this. I’m beginning to think that people are careless with where they put their bits. Also I’m debating petitioning the city to outlaw augers, axes, and possibly lawnmowers.
Anyways being the excellent wife I am, I had made him dinner.
The Great Unwashed : I made you pizza, it’s in the kitchen.
Roscoe looking very tired from putting people’s bit back on : Thank you.
Roscoe goes into the kitchen, pauses then marches back out holding a red, ragged circle of dough.
Roscoe : What is this?
The Great Unwashed : It’s pizza. It was pepperoni pizza but then I denuded it of the pepperonis because I ate one and I just couldn’t stop. Then I took a couple of bites out of the crust because you know how much I love the crust. In my defense there wasn’t a whole lot of cheese on it to begin with because it’s the cheap no name frozen brand. But I left the rest for you.
Roscoe looks down at the dough which is mostly circular but for a few bites around the edge.
Roscoe : So you made me a circle of bread smeared with tomato sauce.
The Great Unwashed : Yes. Because I love you.
Roscoe looks annoyed.
The Great Unwashed : Haven’t you heard the saying “It’s the thought that counts”?
