This past Saturday, our ward had a chili cook-off, and for the first time I didn't win a specific category. This was partly because they didn't do anything but just plain best chili, and also as Amande said "Mama was jipped". Had I been in a competitive mood I would have contested and demanded a re-count, seeing as if your spouse is a judge you shouldn't be able to enter a chili for competition purposes. 2nd is still better than nothing at all, and it wasn't like I wanted to haul the trophy home anyways.
The next Morning Chris and Amande where making me french toast as a special breakfast and then they went in her room while I was eating and created this: