I like dogs fine, but they seem like way too much work to own. Plus, while my neighbors seem to disagree, I think it's kind of mean to keep a dog (other than a toy breed) in a small apartment, unless you'll be home enough to take them out a lot.
I love cheese and bread and beer.
Also -- and I am going to turn on the asscaps for this -- I BELIEVE I HAVE THE DEATH COLD. And of course this is deadline week and I can't work from home, so I have to just take Tylenol and whimper a lot.
LyraJane, you do not have the DEATH COLD.
You have CATS.
I have both. A death cold, and cats. Oh, and an iPod, but we aren't talking about that right now.
(Also a husband. And toy frogs on top of my computer monitor. And a cup of mediocre tea. And ... okay, I'll stop now.)
What topping is on that pizza, though, Jesse?
Traditionally, in my family it's peperoni and onion.
Oh, I see. It is the iPod. Mail it to me at once.
You can keep the husband, I suppose. He will keep the CATS amused.
LJ and Gus are making me giggle.
I live with a dog and a cat. The dog is aware that he's my favorite.
Nicole is me. Though today the cat did snuggle up against my side, ready to sleep. Too bad I was getting up to take a shower.
LJ, feel better soon.
The rest of you are wronger than a wrong thing in Wrongsville. The one true pizza has chili peppers, anchovies, Calabrese olives, artichokes, and sliced tomatoes. Prosciutto if I'm in the mood for it.
I want Maria's pizza. Right now.
I had a slice of something called thai chicken pizza. It wasn't half bad.