The Day of Love

Valentine's Day is a day of love.  I feel like mine was very successful with lots of love from my love.

The day of love started on Saturday when we ordered pizza at Papa Murphy's.  Obviously, it was important to get a heart shaped pizza.

It totally looks like a heart... kind of.

A selfie with the heart shaped pizza.  Except it doesn't look heart shaped at all.

I tried to take a selfie with Robyn while she cut the pizza.  But I fogot to put myself in the picture.

In addition to the heart shaped pizza, we also ordered a chicken bacon artichoke pizza.  I didn't look at it when I took it from them, but when I got home Robyn took one look at it and exclaimed, "Oh no!"  It turned out they gave us the wrong pizza.  But the good news is that when I went back to get the right pizza, we got to keep the wrong pizza for free.

True love really does conquer all.  Our true love got us a free pizza.

Valentine's Day morning, I woke up early to make Robyn breakfast.  Unbeknownst to me, she had placed nerdy valentines all over the house.  Here are just a few examples.

I'm pretty sure that was true love.

Of course, she got some true love as well.  I gave her a box of chocolates with a little note I had written.

Free pizza and nerdy valentines are clearly signs of true love.  What love did you receive on the day of love?

Truly Awesome: Homemade Pizza

Throughout the annals of history, there has been one constant.  There has been one food that has withstood the test of time, permeating all cultures and all people.  That food is pizza.  (I don't want to hear any garbage about how there are plenty of cultures that don't eat pizza.  They would if they knew how delicious it is, so just go ahead and try to dispute that impeccable logic.)

If pizza is amazing (and it is), and homemade food is amazing (and it is) what if the two came together?  Could there be any greater joy?  I say unto you, nay.

Last night, we put that joy to the test.  We had some friends over and made homemade pizzas.  It was truly awesome.

We learned a few important things, the two main ones being that homemade pizza is awesome, and that I'm a terrible photographer.

Look at the joy that homemade pizza brings to David.  This picture is undeniable proof that homemade pizza is awesome.

Here is David presenting his completed pizza.  His face isn't that blurry in real life, that was courtesy of the photographer.

Here is Robyn rolling the dough.  But don't worry, the photographer made sure that you can't see what she's rolling.

Here is Wendy, posing with her completed masterpiece.  The photographer made sure that the pizza was behind a roll of paper towels.

So there you have it.  I have proven my case.  Homemade pizza is truly awesome, and I'm a truly terrible photographer.  Your argument is invalid.