Snapshot #126

Grandson Garrett had to share a photo of his giant slice of pizza from MoMo’s in Tallahassee with his cousin in Texas. I called this one, “Wish You Were Here!”

Pep Talks

Me: Dang, that was good pizza!

Me: It sure was. Now where do you want to go?

Me: I don’t care. Somewhere I can walk.

Me: The mall?

Me: No, I’ve been there twice this week.

Me: True, but it’s a great place to get your 10 flights of stairs. And you did just consume a huge slice of pepperoni pizza.

Me: Okay. The mall it is, but do NOT let me buy anything. 

Me: Deal!

Me: Here, you handle the money. It’s safer that way.

Me: Whatever makes you happy.

Me: You make me happy.

Me: 😊

Yes, this happened. I hope the guy sitting next to me at Momo’s Pizza recovers from his shock soon.

  

Peace, people!

A post 

The man I love, aka Studly Doright, is playing in a two day golf tournament. He had to rise at 6 a.m., drive across Tallahassee, and play a stupid game for four hours.

I spent my day sleeping in until 9:45 a.m. and then walking through the Super Target where I purchased enough Tylenol Severe Sinus medication to last me at least a month. 

At this exact moment I am enjoying a tasty Momo’s personal flatbread pizza and a pint of their exquisite Oktoberfest brew. I’d say that I win. I haven’t broken a sweat and I have a beer in my hand.

  
Peace, people!