Pizza. Oh pizza. This Italian is dying for pizza. I know I will regret it but I'm dying for it.... My mind can't stop thinking about it. Why can't I stop thinking about it? I haven't had pizza in weeks but something about its cheesy, delicious, saucey, doughy -ness is making my mouth water. I know if I eat it, I'll regret it because I'll be sick all weekend.
But the pizza is what my head is dreaming of today. Wife doesn't have the same effect when she eats gluten so she would be on board for pizza but for me, I would practically die.
So maybe this weekend we will bake so I can have the same effect. Ugh. Cheers to the weekend!
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