Homemade pizza and a bottle of white wine. I'm happy.
Peace out, bitches!
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5 comments:
At the Paris Airport.
Pizza looks good.
RE Pheasant Hunt - I though we stayed in Ontario last time so we could eat Mexican food and drink beer every night. Was I wrong? I don't remember staying in Nyssa, but if you think it will work let me know.
Pops
I stand corrected. Ontario and Mexican food it is.
niiiiiiicccee so, pete's? when?
Ha ha! I keep forgetting. I'll try to hook it up this week.
Perfect on the Pete's thing. . .because you can buy us some and make dinner on Sunday!
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