Pizza is best

when cooked. And last night, Pat's Pizza in Kennett Square PA, decided a "tomato pie" is fine completely uncooked. That the dough "just adds" to the taste. Mike called and demanded they give us a new one -- DELIVERED (my tough husband) -- and they had the audacity to ask that we "send back" the doughy one. Like. No.

I took Emmett to Boomers today (like a kid's fun park) and there was this guy there that was sort of off-beat, with a dark blue band hoodie, Dr. Martins shoes (not the ugly kind wtih the stitching) and one length hair. We noticed each other immediately and, suddenly, I felt like a divorced woman. The way he was looking at me was like I was single. It was so weird. There are so many divorces or non married parents, fathers look at mothers because they know it's 50/50.

I got freaked out and was literally hiding from him, not that he was following me around, but I didn't want to even look at him, because he was being too obvious. I started acting very weird, escorting Emmett to these corners and crouching behind video games. Then, the worst, Emmett led me right to a video game next to the guy and I didn't know what to do. I avoided him in a way that almost made it seem like I liked him.