Daughters · Food and Drink · Me

Pizza. Again.

Pizza

My oldest daughter is doing well, she now has her own apartment and is half way through her third year of University.

I tend to text her often.

I actually maybe text her more than I should, but so far she replies fairly quickly and doesn't seem to mind so it's all good.

Yesterday, she was walking home from school when we had this exchange via our phones.

—–

Daughter – I'm hungry, but I really don't feel like cooking.

Me – Welcome to adulthood. You know, these feelings were the inspiration for pizza.

Daughter – I eat a lot of pizza.

Me – Me too.

—– 

Yep.

I like pizza so, me too.

I'll never be skinny, but I'll always be happy…

Sigh.

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