When the moon hits your eye…

Mark had the wonderful idea to make our own personal pizzas for dinner tonite, so while the Beavers were effortlessly kicking some Stanford blankety blank, I went to the grocery store for toppings!   Veda and Claire each put sauce, cheese and olives on theirs and Claire added some canadian bacon to her half.  I love how they both put all the stuff towards the center of their pizza squares.


Claire is not pictured because she is nursing her index finger after touching the pan, five seconds after I said for the fourth time to NOT TOUCH THE PAN 🙁

I topped my personal pizza with pesto sauce, a sprinkle of mozzarella cheese, canadian bacon, gala apple slices and some yummy feta cheese.  It was soooooooooooooooooooo good!


and Mark topped his with all of the above, minus the apples and the pesto… he didn’t really want me to take a picture of his, but I wanted to because it was cute… he’s getting used to me taking pictures of everything, just in case I make a blog out of it, though tonite when I asked him if he thought it was weird that I was taking pictures of everything and he answered, ” (long pause)…no”… which I took to mean “yes, but what can I do about it?”  He’s so good at humoring me… I love him more than sugar!  (and for those of you who know me well, you know that’s huge)


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