We're just coming off of several days in the middle of nowhere.
I mean, really nowhere.
I'm dying for a shower and some food cooked in a kitchen by someone other than me.
Pizza is what I'm craving.
And a giant salad.
And a cold, cold, cold beverage.
Did I mention that we've been in the uber-boonies?
HOW über-boonie you ask?
(Don't you DARE tell him.)