Congratulations to the Super Bowl Champion, Mama
I asked Owen this morning if he knew who won the Super Bowl and he nodded. "Who was it?" I asked. "Mama," he said, proudly.
The Answer is Pizza, I Don’t Even Care What the Question Is
There is no time. There is mushrooms and pepperoni.
There’s no “Peter Tork Trivia” in “team”
The next step? An international governing body for competitive pizza. A FIFZA for pizza. Then onto calzones.