Yesterday was my day. Yesterday at 8:20 pm I made a pizza all by myself behind the counter at the Flying Pie (thanks JM).

They make you wear a silly hat. It was a pretty scary sight.



But there were hungry tummies to feed so I got busy making a pseudo-cowboy pizza for the boys.



Ta Da!



While we waited for our pizza to cook, the boys ate enough bread that there was no room for pizza in those full tummies. I am fairly certain our server was sweet on Tia D because he kept bringing us samples of beer. And he brought her another sample while she and the boys played arcade games!

It was lots of fun. On the way home we remembered that Grandma would be sleeping in the new green room--how exciting! According to Henry, it was even more exciting than bread.