Date night..

The weirdest night ever. There are so many options on what you could do. Go out, stay in and watch a movie, nap together, etc.

The thing Jennifer chose? Making homemade pizzas. HOMEMADE. Making the dough from scratch, and the sauce. Everything is from scratch. Besides the cheese and other toppings. She even made the recipe for the pizza.

The temp, time, how much sauce to put, how much cheese to put, and how long it takes for the dough to be made. Everything about this is so planned out. Make the dough the day before, and create the pizza the next day.

"NO! No, no, no. That's not a 3/4 cup. That's not it at all. Let me. Move." She sighed as she gently pushed you away from the cheese. You raised your hands in defeat. "1/4 cup and a 1/2 cup. That's a 3/4 cup."