We complied, but as a joke also brought home three teeny tiny slices just to freak her out.
Alas, aware of my humor she blandly played along, accepting the offering without complaint and thanking us for a tasty dinner.
Where's the fun in that?
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Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Where's the fun in that?
Last week a friend treated us to pizza at the restaurant down the street. YaYa stayed behind but asked that we return with three slices for her dinner.
We complied, but as a joke also brought home three teeny tiny slices just to freak her out.
Alas, aware of my humor she blandly played along, accepting the offering without complaint and thanking us for a tasty dinner.
Where's the fun in that?
We complied, but as a joke also brought home three teeny tiny slices just to freak her out.
Alas, aware of my humor she blandly played along, accepting the offering without complaint and thanking us for a tasty dinner.
Where's the fun in that?
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