This morning Steve got up with the kids and I got to sleep in.
When I finally woke up at the late hour of 8am, made my way down the stairs, and poured myself a cup of coffee, Nick started dancing up and down in the kitchen.
I put in an english muffin to tast, and he started chanting "Pizza! Pizza! Boy want pizza!" over and over again.
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Ahh, give 'im the pizza. You can make a english muffin pizza with all the gravy I left you & a piece of cheese. It makes a good breakfast -- lycopiene, calcium & bread. What could be bad??? Anyway, I like to think you're eating that stuff I stuck in your freezer (the gravy).
Ha!
Linda - that stuff is long gone. We made pizzas, pastas, chicken parms... you name it, we made it...
The strange things was, there was NO pizza in the house at all.
Just one question: Why does your brother look as if he's going to his own hanging? Are there any pictures of him smiling? Everyone else in the carriage seems to be having some fun.
O, I will make you more. Then you can make mini-pizzas all day long to your heart's content!
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