Michelle's a special kind of woman. Today, after our 5.5 hour drive back, we stopped in at Papa John's for some pizza. We were starving by the time it was ready so Michelle prepped it for consumption while I drove. There was quite a bit of grease on the top so she started to blot it out, except that the pizza was so hot most of the cheese bonded to the napkin. Before I knew it, my pizza was nothing more than dough and sauce. The wad of napkins she held was heavy with grease and cheese. She kinda pouted and quickly shut the box, taking note not to repeat this mistake on her pizza.
Now she's doing homework and listening to some of the oldest country songs I've ever heard. To be fair, she's doing it in a modern way, using Pandora (seeded with a Johnny Cash song).