At the moment, Bleeck and I are on the couch, and that’s Finney in the kitchen. I’ve got the movie Truman on in the background, but I’m not really watching it (not a comment on the movie, which I enjoyed).
Finney’s got a look like, “Wo ho there, am I missing something? You don’t have food up there, do you?”
Bleeck has his perpetually confused look. It must be the semi-crossed eyes.
And my face is saying, “Should I have pizza for dinner or … pizza?”