The other night, I was about to take the first bite of hot pizza and thought, "Ooh don't burn the roof of your mouth!"

At that very moment I realized that it is NOT the roof of my mouth, it is the ceiling of my mouth. How could we have gotten that so wrong for so long?

Wouldn't one have to suck the pizza through one's nose to hit the "roof" of one's mouth? Ew!

Always call the place you live a house. When you're old, everyone else will call it a home.