Pizza. Could really use some pizza. Delivered. We can't get pizza delivered anymore, and it drives me crazy. We ordered it once, and waited for like two hours, and it finally arrived, and it was cold, and not what we ordered. But we were so exhausted and hungry by then that we just paid and ate the pizza. I think I nearly cried, I was so disappointed. I used to love being able to come home from a long day and decide to order a pizza instead of cooking - a little bit sinful, just enough to make it extra good, you know? I miss that so much. Isn't it silly, the things you don't think you'd miss until they're not there, and suddenly it's like the world is out to get you? But yes, that's me, waxing philosophical on pizza delivery. Spoiled American.
And I know I've said it before, but I appreciate your support so much. Just to have someone stand with us and say, "Yeah! Enough is enough!" It just validates your feelings, makes you feel like you're not so alone and so nuts in this world. So, in that, you really help much more than you know. Can't wait to see you and the kitties.
And I know I've said it before, but I appreciate your support so much. Just to have someone stand with us and say, "Yeah! Enough is enough!" It just validates your feelings, makes you feel like you're not so alone and so nuts in this world. So, in that, you really help much more than you know. Can't wait to see you and the kitties.
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