Saturday, I overheard the kids talking about having a “prize” for cleaning up some of the house.
It ended up being just Boy’s room (which meant they all 5 left me on the couch while they went upstairs, where I’m not allowed!). They all looked very pleased with themselves when they came out.
Then Mama started making what she called “pizza dough.” And she got out all these yummy things:
three kinds of cheese, turkey ham,…even the sauteed onions smelled good.
They made individual pizzas. I couldn’t wait to see what they were putting on mine! (and secretly, I hoped they were going to leave off the dough).
Twenty minutes later, the deliciousness was all out of the oven and getting cut into smaller pieces. I tried to tell BFF he didn’t need to do that for mine, but he kept right on cutting.
Then…the worst thing in my entire life, bar none.
They put me outside on the lanai!!
They didn’t give me my pizza!
Not only that, but they ate theirs in the living room while watching a movie, so I couldn’t even be in the room!
new family, please.