It's Hip to be Square

I don't know what The Husband has been eating lately. And I'm not referring to his gaseous emissions. What I'm talking about is his uber-silliness lately. For those that know him, you can only imagine how crazy he's behaving if I'm saying he's more nuts than normal.

This week is yet another busy week for us.
Last night was our hot date night.
Costco, groceries, dog walking.
You're jealous.
I know.

By the time we were done, it was late and neither one of us wanted to cook.
The solution: Frozen pizza and salad.

One of The Husband's co-workers gave him tomatoes from his garden so I chopped one up, added some herbs, extra virgin olive oil and some balsamic vinegar. TH comes over and adds a chopped egg. Not bad.

Then I took out a Delicioso frozen pizza. This is our first time having one of these -- we usually buy Dr. Oetker. I break open the box and pull out the pizza.

"Hey!" I exclaim. "It's square."
I'm not sure why this surprised me so much, it just did.

Stupid Head The Husband doesn't miss a beat and very seriously says,
"Don't let the shape intimidate you. I know you're used to round, but you can do this."

I look over at him and give him my best "You're a dink" look.

He steps back, shoots both gun fingers are me and shouts "Blog that, bitch!"