I'm in a bad mood.
I have to go to work tomorrow.
I hate having to go to work tomorrow.
So my ever patient husband made me pizza. Homemade pizza.
I love his homemade pizza. My belly is full and I'm tipsy from wine. Beringer chardonnay if you will.
And it reminded me of years ago when I posted about his homemade pizza. So, I decided to search for it and re-post it here. But I can't find that post. It makes me so angry I could spit.
But I won't spit. I have a little more class than that. So I'll post this instead. Since I have PMS anyway.