Dinner

K and I made a deal on Saturday. I would clean the bathrooms if he would make dinner. G is really into pizza right now so I handed K a recipie for easy pizza crust and they went at it. Now, I am grateful my husband is willing to try new things and help out with dinner, but sometimes I can't help but laugh a little. All through making the crust he asked questions, "Do you have a recipie? Where do I find the yeast? Can I mix this all in one bowl? Do I have to make the sauce?" To that last question I told him I usally just use spaghetti sauce because it's easier. Later that night when we pulled the pizza out of the oven I noticed he had used ALL our cheese and tomatoes. No biggie, we just won't have either on our Sunday hamburger. Since we don't have a pizza pan or stone we use a cookie sheet. When I cut into the pizza I noticed that there was quite a lot of sauce.
"Hey hon, how much sauce did you put on this pizza?"
"A whole bottle of spaghetti sauce. Was I not supposed to?"
"No, but that's ok, we'll just eat it with a spoon."