It was for cinnamon rolls. It rose. Booyah.

And by the way, dear husband, on behalf of every civilian (read: EVERYONE who reads this blog) P&B reader and myself, thanks so much for using military time on the blog. As if my inane rants aren't enough for everyone to figure out, you go ahead and use the 24-hour clock to add to the chaos. Thanks. Can I call you Captain from now on? In fact, maybe I'll start saying things like, "roger that" and "ETA" and "TBD" and "latrine" and "KP" to make it feel a little more real around here. As a matter of fact, I'm also going to go ahead and download a fantastic version of reveille to rouse you from sleep every morning at 0600.

You weirdo.