I was up until all hours with the college children, monitoring their drink and snack consumption and taking pictures of them as they played Guitar Hero III. I didn’t even get home until 12:30 which, for a Sunday night, is about three hours past my bedtime.
Yes, I am your grandmother.
Anyway, so I somehow still made it to work on time today, and managed to work a full day, only behaving like a zombie for a few hours. But, needless to say, by the time I dragged myself home, I didn’t want to cook, and I was all geared up to order pizza.
And then, I came home and got engaged. And that seemed like another reason for pizza. Really, all signs were pointing to this:
I realize that some people believe that cheese is the essence of pizza. Or something. So I added my own to my cheeseless pizza. So, here we have goat cheese and veggie pizza. I also had a regular cheese slice. AND NO SALAD. It’s a celebration.
I think I’ve always associated pizza with celebrations, possibly because I heard a lot of ads for this growing up. Or because of an early life Chuck E. Cheese experience. Or was it Showbiz? Those bears, I swear.
And, because I promised my mom I would (her email is broken):
Coolest ring ever.
From this experience, I have learned that I have freak fingers. This ring is a size 3 1/2. And it’s a little loose. I guess the jewelers were fascinated by this because I know there were many comments about how they’d never made a ring this size. For an adult.