Who Wants to Go to the Hospital!

I like food.  I make no secret of this.  In fact, I'd be a big, fat liar if I tried to tell you I didn't get all excited and run up and down the driveway whenever Kelli brings home a party-sized pizza.  My favorite, I'd have to say, is pepperoni.

There are other things that would probably make make me a big, fat liar too.  Like if I told you that oils and pizza grease, when heated in excess of 200 degrees, won't burn right through human skin.

Or that I have particularly good judgement.

Yeah.