The Most Important Quality To Look For In A Future Wife: Can she smell frozen pizza at fifteen feet?

A friend of mine mentioned ice cream in a Facebook post so I went looking for frozen treats even though I already knew my ice cream sandwiches were gone. I found a small pizza. Frozen. Waiting. Just for me!

But I decided to share anyway - Se~Cret~Ly!

I carefully and quietly unwrapped it in the kitchen with my wife just a few feet away absorbed in a TV show. I wish I would have thought to make all the noises of opening the package and starting the microwave to coincide with the violent moments of the cinematic entertainment, but I will save that for next time.

After I started the pizza, I thought, "this will be a nice surprise for my true love" just as I am fixing to walk past her arm chair.

BUT ... she smiles and says,

"I'm ready for my pizza!"

and I stop dead in my tracks! I'm thinking, "Wow! I knew her sense of smell was incredible, but that frozen pizza has been in the microwave oven for less than 15 seconds and it takes a certain amount of time just to generate a sufficient volume of volatile chemicals and then they would have to escape the microwave oven and dissipate around the corner into the living room ~~WHAT?!?!?"

So I told her, "Well, I found a small frozen pizza in the freezer and I was going to surprise you with it, how did you smell it?"

And her eye brows go quizzically funny, and says, "What frozen pizza? You're cooking a pizza? I was talking about that Pizza Hut pizza that me and Cooper didn't get to have last night"

... and then I remembered that we weren't able to get pizza last night because we called 10 minutes too late. I was so flabbergasted I forget what I said next.

Tamie smiled and said, "We're getting his mental telepathy thing down pretty good, huh?"

&^)