Pizza for Dinner

... because Lou's pot cooked little pieces of itself into our pasta tonight.

I tried to wash off all the black bits, but it was penne pasta, and the pot-shards just wouldn't come out of all those little tubes.

On the bright side, we threw the pot away:

... along with the pasta, as you see.

Lou also has a woodpecker that has drilled its way into the siding of the house, a skunk in the neighborhood, and a beginning drummer downstairs. I am marrying a very patient man. We won't be living here.