After 5 hours roasting at the pool, I just couldn't face making dinner. So we swapped Friday pizza for Thursday pizza yesterday. Of course, 3 teenagers can't agree on what to order or from where to order it. I take that back. Sam I agreeable to anything and everything once he hears the word "pizza." When the kid with autism is the easy child, you know you are in trouble.
We finally came to a Papa John's consensus. I called and ordered. Holy expensive, Batman. So I said to the guy, I have 3 teens. 2 eat this, one eats that, and I'm a vegetarian. He figured out the best ways to make it a reasonable meal. Which is why I will be going back there again.
Thanks Steve!
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