Here's how Ryan greeted me when entering the kitchen this evening after being called in for dinner: "Are you the rusty old pirate who invited us to dinner?"
Why, yes. Yes I am.
She did make up for it later, though, when responding to the question of whether or not she enjoyed her dinner, she closed her eyes, threw her head back and forth, and raised her hands in the thumbs-up salute.
That's my baby. Give her a lighter and a beer and she'll be ready to jam "Free Bird" with the best of 'em.
Shine on, you crazy diamond...