Married to James, there is no such thing as an ordinary Wednesday.

James' text: "You work so hard."
My text: "Nah. You work harder than I do."
James': "Nope. You eat!"
My text: "Eat what?"

20 minutes later:


Receptionist: "Hey, did you order a pizza?"

Me [looking up from my desk]: "What?"

Receptionist: "There is a pizza guy out here who says someone ordered a pizza for this office."

Me: "I'm...not...wait. What?"

Receptionist: "Someone told the delivery guy that his wife worked in this office and needed a pizza."

Me: "What the..."

James had ordered me a whole pizza and had it delivered to my office. The man deserves an award. Or a puppy.  So I called him.

Me: "You sneaky, sneaky person."

James: "What?"

Me: "Thanks for the pizza."

James: "Hey, you were hungry and wouldn't go eat."

Me: "You're sweet."

James: "...whatever. I'll buy you a damn office pizza any time. 'Cause love."

Me: "This is going on the blog."

James: "Ugh. No."


First a dog shows up at my door at 2:30 a.m., then a pizza is delivered to my office. 
As much as I love these adventures, it's a good thing James can't get pregnant.