I...hate authentic Italian pizza. BUT, if you like it....or want to try it, go to Grimaldi's. It looks and tastes just like the crap I had in Rome...and Venice (a bit better, to be honest).
About a week ago, I met up with a big group of "hygiene girls" (girls I went to school with) at this pizza place across town. I love meeting up with them, but the gathering happened to fall on one of the boys' (many) November-weekdays off of school. They had already been stuck in the house the entire previous day, so I thought I'd drag them along.
They are funny. I love how well they get along and how cute they are...but mostly I love their conversation.
They are not little boys anymore...sooo observant and...hilarious.
Definitely Tuttles :)
I kinda' loved this shot.
Aaaand...I think I'll stick with my Americanized Pizza and RANCH DRESSING (which Grimaldi's does NOT carry!?!?), thank you very much.
:)
Why are my boys so cute? And not so shmall? Where did the time go?
ReplyDeleteP.S. Praise J that Mattie was the youngest.