A friend wrote me and said that Stella Artois and margarita pizza go together rather well. I know the name of the pizza goes under a different spelling, but it was the concept that was humorous.
I just came from shopping with my children. Two teens and a 21 year old. Shopping was fine. Arduous for the 14 year old boy. He was made to try on clothes. We did not attempt shoes. Neither of us were up for it. The girls on the other hand could have done this all day. Would have if George and I hadn't said we were leaving them if they didn't get in the car now. I don't think it was an idle threat.
My husband and I then hit a wine emporium for our semi-annual in to the new/different. If we can get it there, we can get it anywhere that can order. A system that works very well for us.
We had a wonderful time.
Then it was time for food. And argument. The boy felt he was getting picked on and ended up in frustrated tears. Did not help he had not slept much the night before. The girls wanted something different and not fast food. George was up for KFC or Dillons chicken.
I picked a local brew pub/bistro. I was driving. All got to eat what they wanted. From something different to chicken.
Life was better.
Next time it will just be George and I. I can do one of those expeditions twice a year. No more.
We will hit the wine emporium first.
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