I was eating the fried chicken Hubs brought home for dinner, poking around on my blog fixing links and shit. I finished eating and went into the kitchen. Apparently, the whole time I was eating, DH was performing open heart surgery on the lasagna. He was able to salvage a little less than half (think 10x10 pan into a loaf pan) it was no easy task and a far lesser man would have just tossed the damn thing. HELL, I would have tossed the damn thing. I truly don't give this man enough credit. I love him so much. Wish me luck at dinner tomorrow when I eat it that he actually did get all the glass.