It was one of those days...You know, waaaaay too much life drama, and then you remember you're in charge of dinner, it's the last minute, and what to do?
Yesterday I found myself in this very situation, standing in Walmart, and although Walmart pre-cooked food wasn't my first choice, I also didn't have a lot of time and energy for someplace else. What to do?
I checked out the pizza aisle, and what did I spy? Pizzas with baseball cards included! Sold! I told myself that my boys would survive the Walmart pizza, and entertained visions of what cardboard goodness might be found in a pizza box.
Wrapped in cello, were these...
No mozzarella on Miggy.
No sauce on Sale.
And finally, no anchovies on this guy...
Anybody need an oddball Met?
Aloha!
