Kolbar has a tendency to do something very similiar to me. Sometimes he will say, "Why not a pizza?" I usually agree. (Who, really, in their right mind, says "no" to pizza? Even if you are following the Stallone rule of eating and only take 3 bites of the thing, do you EVER say "no"?) Then he says, "You call." I call. The pizza place answers and then he, Kolbar, must know EVERYTHING that goes on the pizza. So, for the next few minutes we discuss, with the pizza guy, the creation of our pizzas. We usually get two: one for him, one for me. Why? Because he usually does the pineapple thing, and, although it may be widely accepted, even loved, putting pineapple on pizza is just simply WRONG.
I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Yep
Kolbar has a tendency to do something very similiar to me. Sometimes he will say, "Why not a pizza?" I usually agree. (Who, really, in their right mind, says "no" to pizza? Even if you are following the Stallone rule of eating and only take 3 bites of the thing, do you EVER say "no"?) Then he says, "You call." I call. The pizza place answers and then he, Kolbar, must know EVERYTHING that goes on the pizza. So, for the next few minutes we discuss, with the pizza guy, the creation of our pizzas. We usually get two: one for him, one for me. Why? Because he usually does the pineapple thing, and, although it may be widely accepted, even loved, putting pineapple on pizza is just simply WRONG.
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