Around 8:30pm last night we finally decided to do something about dinner, smack dab in the middle of the snow storm. All the leftovers have been consumed or are turning into science experiments in out refrigerator, and it's been two weeks since we've been to the store. We have all this new cookware, with nothing to cook. We decided to order a pizza. The local pizza shop is only about 1.5 miles away so it seemed reasonable to order one for delivery. We were warned that it might take a while. The minutes ticked by as we both got more and more hungry. By 11pm we were starting to give up hope of ever seeing our pizza. A phone call from the pizza place confirmed our fears... the delivery girl was stuck in a ditch somewhere. So we canceled our order. With nothing to eat we were starting to get a bit desperate and a little cranky. All I wanted was some pizza. Deb's phone beeped once, then stopped. I said "sweet jebus, I wish that was the pizza place calling to say that they could deliver our pizza if we still wanted it." 30 seconds later the phone rang again... it was the delivery person asking if we still wanted the pizza. "We're saved!" I can't remember what it tasted like, but I'm sure it was the best pizza ever.