1. I ordered a calzone from Pie in the Sky Pizza, which is where the Longhorn used to be there on Lyle. The crust was a little bland (though it worked with the other ingredients just fine, I thought), but the cheese… oh god, the cheese. Excellent mozzerella with some good ricotta thrown in. You know when you get ricotta that’s too much whey and you feel like you’re eating old cottage cheese? This was the opposite of that a kind of fluffy crumbly joy in with the chewy stringy mozzerella. Mmm.
2. Any man talks about me like that… Well, I’d be convinced, that’s all I’m saying.
Excuse me, got a little something in my eye.
Tiny Cat Pants 
Seriously? There’s a Pie in the Sky there?
I did not know that.
One thing that makes my day: I type “Ti” in my browser and BOOM. Tiny Cat Pants – in mah face.
That wouldn’t be ham by chance?
As long as it’s not Spam.
Busy Mom, we get to learn about this stuff because people ignore the no soliciting rules and then hand us menus in the bathroom.
You are what you eat. Fluffy, Crumbly, Cheesy.
True enough.
Y’all! Get a (chat)room!
Brian and I agree on very little, but I think I can safely say we’d both put “falling into each other’s arms” on the list of things least likely to happen in this history of the universe.
Aw, poo. I thought we had some flirtatious banter emerging. My bad.