Tonight was pizza night. It was supposed to be pizza night on Thursday, but errands delayed our arrival home which meant we were out of time to make the dough. Friday, we ordered take out after I realized that I wasn’t able to get off the couch once I sat down. And the fact that it took us about 45 minutes to stop at a store to buy milk. Good job, Roozle.
But tonight, pizza. Roozle makes her own. She’s getting really good at it. And eats it! Hooray!