Strum your pizza and eat your guitar

And God said, Let there be pizza! … I mean … he must have. Because it’s so good!

What was that pizza we had last night, Betty? It was our favorite (ham and pineapple), but I can’t remember the cool name of the place. I’ve been having some of the best pizza ever here in Milwaukee.

Then, at work yesterday, some of us office peeps ordered delivery from Schlotzky’s, that amazing deli near my place. Check out the menu! I had one of their yummy 8” pizzas. Thai chicken! And I normally hate chicken on pizza. But, what do you do when presented with ‘Grilled chicken breast, mozzarella cheese, basil pesto, Thai peanut sauce, julienne carrots, cilantro and green onions on our seasoned Sourdough crust.’? That’s right, you order it. And you eat it in 3 bites!

So yeah, I was over at Betty’s last night. She’s one of the ladies from baby church, and she’s quickly becoming one of my dearest friends. It’s a little scary how much we have in common. She’s gotta talk on my podcast sometime. Then you’ll understand. We ate and talked and went to the basement for a gospel/hymn sing. She’s teaching me some worship songs (my worship repertoire is pathetically non-encompassing. ) And she’s letting me borrow her guitar, people. I’m gonna learn how to play the guitar! Maybe even with my eyes shut! We’ll see. … … Well, I won’t .. but, some of you already do, so …

Speaking of guitars, have yourself some really inspiring Blind Cool Tech audio of a guitar being run over by a car.

Well, I guess I’d better get in the kitchen. That’s right, I’m gonna have a break from pizza tonight. I’m making an enchilada pile-up in the crock pot. I’ve been cooking quite a bit lateley, and enjoying it far more than is warranted! It’s called life without a life because your brother is the only person you know — but he happens to have a life, so you’re on your own, baby!

Go eat things,
Sarah