Fat Larry

Ahh...Larry's Pizza. We throw down in that place! We used to have one here but then we didn't and now we do again...the saga continues. We would drive a town away just to eat when we didn't have it. We broke the new one in today. I saw a girl from the fitness ministry up there and made her solemnly pledge she would not count how many times I got up to go back to the buffet. Since I drew attention to it, she probably kept a tally mark at her table. :) In the car, before we went in, Brent said in his most cautious voice, "Let's lose our minds in there." It took me a second to realize that the word "NOT" wasn't in that warning. Beatle and I have this running joke about that place; their supreme pizza is called "Fat Larry". When they are busy, the waitresses walk around with the pizza calling out what they have. On more than one occasion, Beatle and I have been hunched over, going to town on our slices when some one comes up behind us and calls us a "Fat Larry". It makes you want to spin around and ask if they kiss their mothers with that mouth until you realize that they're just offering you a slice of pizza. So, Beatle and I will randomly say to each other "Fat Larry!" We've gotten so used to it that we usually wind up calling the place Fat Larry's.

Today, Brent, Birdie and I had a really nice day. Brent was off work and neither of us had any obligations so we ran errands together. On our way home from Fat Larry's, he sighed a contented sigh and said, "I love it when it's just the two of us." Gesturing to the backseat, he continued, "And sometimes, I just ignore her and pretend like it's still just the two of us." Well, that explains a lot, buddy! :)

Wish me luck...we're going to try to do Santa pictures this weekend. I tried to lay the groundwork with Birdie but it was quite evident when she saw him earlier today that she hated his guts. She's going to be a cryer unless we can work through this in group therapy before our attempt.