Thursday, November 19, 2009

While visions of Pizza dance in my head . . .

Talking, via Skype, this morning:

Regan: I have to go back to the Immigration office this afternoon to try and pick up my visa.

Diana: Did you say pizza?

Regan: No. Visa.

Diana: Oh, because pizza sounds really good.

Regan: Yeah it does.

And now I've spent the entire day dreaming about cheesy, gooey, crispy pizza. And where am I going to get that, Diana? Hmmm?!

1 comment:

  1. Sorry about that. I promise that we can have pizza here soon. Pizza and beer. mmmmm. Now I'm hungry.