A few extra adolescent boys showed up at the house. Six to be exact-possibly at the same time that my daughter called and asked, “Hi Mama, what are you fixing for din-din?” her voice light-hearted and sweet. Eight homemade pizzas and nearly three hours later, everyone is fed and satisfied. Not bad, considering I expected our usual six for supper. Isn’t 13 a lucky number? This mama is a happy one. (By the way, that is turkey pepperoni and all the veggie pizzas were devoured.)
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