Date night this week was date lunch on Thursday, and we were both harried and only had 45 minutes to spare. But we pulled French bread pizza out of the freezer box and lay in bed and talked about book production plans and ate together and it was better than not eating together, so we’ll call it in a win.
Kevin asked how it tasted — we haven’t bought these in a long time, but somehow he decided to try them again. I told him: “Good — tastes like college.” We can both make much better pizza now, but there’s something to be said for tradition. 🙂