In which I chronicle the day-to-day tribulations of living with two (more-or-less) adult boys as my wife trots around Europe for two weeks.
With food running low, I decided to order pizza. Maybe it was me answering the door in my underwear, unshaven and probably fairly ripe, or maybe it was the dog lunging at him hoping for a morsel, but the guy dropped the pizza and ran.
Free pizza...cool!
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