One of the Many Indications I Married Well

I've mentioned before that Denise IMs me rather than calling for non-essential communication. Sometimes I don't respond immediately, which occassionally proves frustrating for her. The following is what she wrote today when her message was apparently being ignored.

Neeneepenzer: have you already left to join the other hobos?
Neeneepenzer: how sad...I didn't even say goodbye, or tell you the best place to get sturdy cardboard

Not only does she know that I am looking forward to my future hobo life when I inevitably lose what little of my mind remains, but she's concerned about my cardboard procurement. Very thoughtful.

Hierarchy

Denise asked today if I wanted her to make a peach crisp for dessert. Because of my concern for her well being at this late stage of pregnancy and my exceeding charity in always putting her first, I said no.

Have you finished laughing? Good, let us continue.

Her question led to a short discussion of where crisps fall on the dessert desirability continuum. While I recognize that many people on these here interwebs think pie is supreme, they are wholly wrong. (Also smelly, but that's another issue.) Ignoring category combinations that may produce higher ranking desserts, I submit the following as the definitive hierarchy of dessert supremacy. In increasing order:

• Fruits, cheeses, or any other imposter dessert
• Puddings, crèmes, and gelatins
• Pies
• Ice Cream
• Crisps
• Pastries
• Cakes
• Brownies
• Cookies

There are individual exceptions to this list (for example, pumpkin pie trumps a hard sugar cookie), but otherwise I'm willing to defend it to the bloated, diabetic, blissfully happy end.

Want Donut?

Maybe pagans would get more attention if they used the right symbols?

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2007320865,00.html