For years now, I've fallen, without fail, for the ol' Cade's puking in the toilet gag every April Fools Day.
Not this year. I took 'the best defense is a good offense' to heart. Now, I can cook. Pretty well, I like to think. It's just that the end result is ALWAYS much better than the journey. At times, I'm not exactly that coordinated when it comes to some kitchen utensils. I accept that. I use them anyway. Rusty knows this, too. Soooo...while making pizza earlier today, I made a big deal of sharpening my knife while Rusty was on the computer. You know, setting the stage. A few minutes later, I start chopping the onion and garlic for the sauce and I started hollering as if I had injured myself. Cade was in on the joke as well, so he came in calling for Rusty. And Rusty being the loving, adoring *eye roll* husband that he is, finished entering a number in his spreadsheet, then came running in to see this: