Pizza ...

I met Mary and the kids at the art supply store on Saturday ... poked around and looked at stuff ... and left with Ernie. We got groceries and picked up a quiche from BeeBell (oh my!) 'cuz he was ravenous ... went home, fed the boy and put away groceries ... went to Bonnie Doon to look at rude T-shirts and pick one for his birthday present ... came home, put in Mr. and Mrs. Smith ...



... ordered Funky Pickle Pizza 'cuz he was ravenous again ... went to a late showing of Stranger Than Fiction (popcorn ... daym, that boy can eat!), which started 20 minutes later than it was supposed to ... came home and bundled Ernie onto the couch to sleep.

I visited with Nina and her cousin for a while, puttered on the 'puter, and crashed.

We got up on Sunday, fed Ernie the rest of the quiche and pizza for breakfast in front of Buffy ... packed up and loaded the car ... drove to Mona's, packed us and them into her car and drove to Mary's ...



... where we messed up her kitchen but good! We made a bottomless greek salad and home-made pizza (yup, more pizza!), yacked, talked, laughed, hugged and smooched, and talked some more. Then Mona and I packed up Rose and Cassandra and all our stuff and drove back to Mona's house ... fed the girls more pizza 'cuz they are locusts ... put 'em in Jammies With No Diapers Yay, read 'em stories, kissed 'em and put 'em to bed. Mona was performing pom-pom surgery on Rose's toque when I left to come home and feed the wee beasties. It was a good weekend.

Oh! There was singing in the car. The girls sang "Stinky Oma" (Raffi's Schmenge Polka to everyone else) at the tops of their little lungs.