Kenny's mom is coming over to watch the girls for a bit. It was supposed to be for us to get the last little bit of shopping done, but we are totally taking advantage and going out to dinner. I figure it is deserved, as we just found out about two hours ago that Emmi needs two more surgeries in the immediate future. Merry fucking Christmas to me. Anyway, I am going out to eat, and therefor not cooking dinner for my children.
I looked up the number for Pizza Hut, and asked Kenny to call it. I am notorious for avoiding placing phone calls. He pointed out the little "Order Here" button, and told me to order online. Cool. Right up my alley. Twenty minutes later, I was still clicking buttons and filling out blanks. Yes, I am sure I want cheese on both sides of my pizza. Yes, I want sauce on there, too. Not light on the sauce. Just regular. My mother's maiden name. My dog's birthday. I got all the way down to the username and password.
"Kenny, what do you want for a username and password," I yelled across the room.
"You are still ordering that pizza?" He looks at me like I am crazy.
Uh. Yes. This was his idea. Before I could finish typing in my password, my security question, and promise my first born child Kenny called, placed the order, and was sitting happily on the couch.
I am still trying to come up with a good username.