This just in: today is Daddy Does Dinner Day. (It’s also My Bucket’s Got A Hole In It Day - who knows what that even means?)

We’re leaving on vacation soon, so I refuse to buy any groceries. Last night the girls and I ate Amy’s spinach pizza rolls (hey, at least it’s organic) and corn on the cob.

Girls’ Daddy went to the Rays game and this morning I noticed a 10-day-old pizza box on the counter. Yummy.

I can’t wait to tell him all about Daddy Does Dinner Day.