Month: December 2011
Pizza Christmas
I think I was about 12. My parents were bartenders when I was growing up, so they often had to work Christmas Eve, but this year, the bar was open Christmas, and Dad had to work. Mom and I were supposed to eat dinner at the Grill, so we could all have Christmas dinner together.
Love. Hate.
Hmm. What’s this? Yuck! Why would you do that to me? Well, ok. Ugh! It’s terrible! Hey what’s this? Wait, that’s not… Bleah. Why???? Hey what’s this? He ate like this for half an hour.