If at first you don’t succeed, try …

 … try again.

If I were a different girl, I’d stitch that on a sampler. But … well, you know. There would probably be blood.

I will have you know that that pizza was made with homemade tomato sauce (diced tomatoes mixed up with olive oil, salt, pepper, and torn basil picked from the “herb garden” on our deck) and multiple types of cheese and all-natural super-fancy pepperoni. All of which were purchased on a special trip to the grocery store today.

In case you were wondering, I ate the top off with a fork. Rob is at Subway.