It rained pretty hard yesterday. Of course that isn't surprising here in the Pacific Northwest, but it did give me an excuse for not mowing the lawn. But this blog post isn't about mowing the lawn (which, by the way, I still have to do, and should have done today while it was sunny). Instead, I'd like to talk about pizza.

I often think of pizza when it rains. As I write that I realize it sounds kind of icky (who would want soggy rain pizza?) but my guess is that a lot of people feel that way. Who wants to go to the store when it's wet and cold outside? And, since the pizza parlor is the only restaurant that delivers in my town, who else am I gonna call? Still, as I looked out my window at my overgrown, dandelion-dotted lawn, I realized that this connection between rain and pizza might just be a bit deeper than I'd originally thought.

Whenever it rained at my preschool, the teachers brought everyone inside to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I guess they did this because they didn't want us to get sick. But in any event, since it rains a lot in the Pacific Northwest, I saw a ton of those turtles in action and those turtles eating their favorite food, pizza.

Even though I was one of the biggest girlie-girls anyone had ever seen (I wore fairy wings to school—really), I was obsessed with TMNT. My favorite turtle was Donatello. I LOVED Donatello. Why? Well, because he wore purple, of course! I thought that purple was one of the coolest colors around, and so he had to be the coolest turtle. The fact that he accidentally blew stuff up when he tried to fix it was just a wonderful bonus (and, unfortunately, something I could relate to). But just because I adored Donatello didn't mean that I also didn't have love for the other turtles! I really liked Raphael's loyalty and angst, and remember thinking Michelangelo was just hilarious. In fact, if Michelangelo had worn purple, he might have been my favorite turtle, which is convenient because this post is really about him. Or more accurately, him and his nasty pizzas.

Recently, James over at Cinemassacre had a Michelangelo pizza-tasting party. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for all of us, he filmed it. Man, I remember craving pizza as I watched this show right before lunch. I remember one day the teachers ordered pizza for all of us and we got to watch TMNT while eating pizza. I remember thinking that day was so cool. Now I just wonder what was wrong with me—what was wrong with all of us for laughing and getting hungry while Michelangelo was chowing down on…those "pizzas".

Here's the link. I've already tweeted it, but I wanted to talk about it a little bit too. Rain still makes me nostalgic, even after all that. If you weren't a turtles fan as a kid, and Michelangelo didn't make you giggle until you were stupid, you probably don't want to click on it. It's just, you know, kind of disgusting. But if you remember the turtles fondly (as I do!) you may find yourself delightfully repulsed.