Yesterday evening, my wife Lisa made her delectable pizza from scratch as we listened to Tuesday’s Dead show. While the pizza’s were in the oven, we were both attending to other household chores when the oven timer went off. Traditionally, whenever the timer sounds, anyone within hearing range immediately begins shouting “Buzzer!”

Lisa was in the dining room and shouted back, “Hang on, I’m folding Frank.” We both erupted in laughter as I knew she was referring to our daughter Rachel’s Frank Zappa shirt. We giggled our way back into the kitchen and high-fived, both agreeing we have a really cool life.

Happy Mothers Day, honey.