Every Friday, we have pizzas and movies at our house. Aaron just called from Austin and before we hung up, he said, “I just had to make my proverbial appearance at pizza night.” He said I could pick the toppings.
So far, the order is sausage, bacon, light mushrooms…. a celebration of friendship all the way around.
Because lots of people proverbially come to our house on pizza night, and most of them don’t even know it. Even if it is just Dana, Aaron and me physically attending, it doesn’t mean that when we look around the house, we see empty chairs.
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