My husband loves deep dish pizza…

(I know he has good taste because he married me) 

… but he always laments how hard it is to find restaurants in Arizona that do a good deep dish.

And Chicago is far away.  

… so I was SOOO excited when I found a frozen deep-dish pizza at the grocery store!

Wife Brownie Points, here I come! 😁😁😁

I got home early, tossed it in the oven, set the timer on my phone for 50 minutes (I know, crazy-long), and proceeded to do other “wifey” things till he got home.

(Okay, if I’m being honest, I sat on the couch drinking wine and reading… but that is very wifey for me so I’m rolling with it!) 

When he got home I told him all about my big find and showed him the delicious looking picture on the box 🙂 

He said, “Wow, that looks great! We should turn the oven on so it starts cooking because the box says it takes 50 minutes.” 

… ladies

I forgot to turn on the oven. 

But I totally played it cool and said, “Yeah, um, I was just about to do that since I just got home too.”

(As I nudged the half-empty bottle of wine behind the coffee maker). 

What can I say? An attempt was made. 😂

May your pizza be hot and your weekend reading be hotter!


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