The Pie

I went to Ogden last week to see my friend Brittany. It was fun, and I was once again grateful to have friends who are so patient with my kids. On my way there, the knee of my favorite pair of jeans ripped. It was a sad moment and was well deserving of photographic mourning. Brittany took us to The Pie where we had the most awesome of pizzas. We ordered the extreme vegeterian which was amazing. Ross hates artichokes and fetta cheese, so I was thrilled when Brittany suggested splitting that pizza with me.

I have pretty friends with amazing taste.

I am not sure why my self-portrait skills were so lacking at this moment of time. I think I am just so used to taking pictures of myself while I am making out. Fortunately, Brittany is hot, so just focus on the left portion of these shots, and all will be well.

I think someone stole our pizza when we weren't looking. I am certain that Brittany and I didn't eat an entire large pizza in one sitting. . .

The moral of this post is that I love Brittany and am glad we are friends.