Me: “How is that pizza place still in business?”
My Oldest, age 15: “Well, I like it.”
Me: “No, seriously, it’s horrible. Unless you enjoy eating overly garlicked grease drizzled over stale doughy crust.”
Oldest: “Exactly. It’s delicious.”
Me: “Consider yourself disowned.”
Oldest: “Maybe my new family will have better taste in pizza.”
The irony will kill you: I drove past numerous fast food restaurants to go inside Marsh and hand-make myself a healthy, delicious chef salad for dinner. Lean turkey, broccoli, spinach, hard boiled egg, peas, cheddar cheese and a little ranch. I choked on the fifth bite and almost died. Tomorrow, back to burgers and pizza. I have too much to live for.
Wow! The Taste of Bloomington is wonderful. So much awesome food: pizza, gyro, pork skewer, roasted corn on the cob, fish taco, ribeye sandwich, meatballs, ice cream.
And I think the wife and kids ate some stuff, too.
Very Vocal Viking 