Delicious Pizza!

My friend Amy, a blogger friend who lives in California, e-mailed me on Friday and asked if she could have a pizza delivered for me. 

Now, at first pass, it didn't sound appealing, because I haven't had much of an appetite (probably from the Tykerb), but then I thought about it and I said yes. We agreed on a garlic and artichoke pizza (with feta cheese too) to be delivered on Saturday, last night. 

Amy ordered it from Pagliacci, my favorite pizza place, and it arrived at the door, hot and fragrant, just before 6 p.m. I have to say, that was the most delicious pizza! Thank you, Amy. 

I ate two huge slices while watching a very forgettable movie on Hulu, and then moved things around in the fridge to make enough room to cram the box in--did I say she ordered me a large? 

Connie had a piece of the crust and then he got to lick the plate (Sorry if that offends anyone, but when you are as close to your dog as I am to Connie, you let them lick your plates.)

I'm planning to have some more pizza for breakfast, and Older Son will be home from his road trip today and will help me eat the rest. He loves pizza, especially with garlic. 

Powered By Pizza

 I'm sure it was the pizza that did it, but Connie and I got up this morning and walked to the coffee place on the corner to get me an Americano (still no coffee in the house). It was my first walk since I returned from Hawaii, and it was only five blocks or so round trip, but I managed it, and that felt good. 

Then we had to chat with a few folks at the coffee place, dog lovers all, and Connie got a treat, and we walked home. 

I drank my coffee while puttering in the front garden, which desperately needs my attention--picking up downed branches, pruning dead growth from the winter, deadheading, and murdering slugs and snails, which are ravenous at this time of year. They've been nibbling on my primroses and other early plants. Pansies, too. 

Connie hung out with me and chewed one of his toys to bits. I'm hoping he didn't swallow too much of it. Of course, he did this while my back was turned. 

So I got about an hour of moderate exercise outside. It felt wonderful, even though I did have to stop and sit down a couple of times. 

Next up, a little housework, just a little, and then some jewelry making. When I get tired, I'll take a nap. 

Baby steps, that's my new motto. 

Photo: Connie, trying to cram all his toys into his mouth at once. Connie will be 5 in July--I think we should have a party. 

@ Jeanne Sather 2010. 

Comments

[jeanne Sather]

Older Son arrived home this afternoon from his road trip to the San Francisco Bay Area, as scheduled and hungry, so he was delighted to see the pizza.

I'm happy to have him home. I always worry when someone I love is on a road trip, can't help it.

Sounds like he had a great trip, and it was his first vacation since he started his new job almost a year ago.

[riv]

Yay. MORE pizzzzah! Happy Birthday Connie. By the way if that's Connie, who's the little black furball in your arms in the photograph at right?

Walk (check). Flowers (check).
Dog fun (check).
Jewellery work. (check).

Sounds pretty good.

[jeanne Sather]

Oh, that's Connie at six weeks of age. One of my favorite photos of the two of us.