Ugh. Mom stayed over last night after she, my sister, and I went out to a belated birthday dinner. And what do I find on my new ottoman this morning? A half-eaten breadcrust, complete with crumbs, not even a frickin' paper towel under it. I ask her about it and she talks to me like I'm being absurd for wanting something between crumb-inducing
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And agreed on the pizza - honestly, I think this is the first "great" pizza I can remember ever having. They're always either "pretty good" or "not bad." If only it wasn't so hard to get. Bah. *is still thinking about it*
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Awwww. That sounds way too good.
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