Tonight I ordered pizza for dinner. I ordered 2 mediums. A pepperoni/sausage for the kids and a thin crust supreme for the man and I. I had one slice, it was from Pizza Hut so we're not talking gourmet. It was very dry, which I actually like and it had very little cheese on it. So I had one slice and I guess a green pepper made it through. My mother once proclaimed to a waitress at a Pizza Hut "green peppers give me gas". I was 16 at the time and I was humiliated to the soles of my feet. She was about the age I am now. And I guess I inherited that gas and green peppers thing from her because I was tore up from the floor up.
There are no worries of more pizza tonight, because my son left the top open and my border collie ate all of the toppings off of the supreme pizza and 3 slices of the other one. I hope she gets gas. Or maybe not. Ok, I hope she gets heartburn, but not the gas that wakes me up in the middle of the night, thinking that we've been gassed by terrorists. That's not so good. The last time that happened was when she got her paws on the pan that held the turkey drippings and a turkey leg in them right before Thanksgiving. Good lawd. That was just bad.
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