A token of love for the princess

Weekends always seem to fly by. Just when I have caught up on the sleep I don't get during the work week, I have to go back to work. It's the life of someone who hasn't won the lottery, I suppose.

Anthony and I wrapped up the weekend by having dinner at Pizza Studio on Grant near Tanque Verde, and grocery shopping at Walmart Neighborhood Market at 22nd and Craycroft.

Tragically, nothing out of the ordinary happened so I would have an epic story to tell. The one interesting thing from the day is New England and Seattle won their divisional NFL games and are heading to the Superbowl in two weeks at University of Phoenix stadium in Glendale. I won't be attending the game because I don't have tickets, but I will be able to watch the game on TV and pretend that it's exciting the game is being played here in Arizona even though it won't benefit me whatsoever.

It'll be just like Superbowl Sunday last year, when I went to dinner with Anthony and shopped at the grocery store. We know how to party.

Anthony's pizza at Pizza Studio.
No meat on there.
It's not a real man's pizza without meat dammit.

My bacon, ham and mushroom pizza.
Oh yeah, I get meat on mine.

Bags of cereal at the 22nd and Craycroft
Walmart Neighborhood Market.
These giant bags of knockoff cereal
are big enough to hurt someone
if you swung it at their head.

GoodNites bedtime underwear.
This young man on the package
sure looks happy that he wets
himself when he sleeps.

Girlie Nails
"Little nails for little fingers"
And, they're safe to remove!

Sneaky photo of Anthony in the cleaning
products aisle at Walmart Market.
His life has been more fulfilled
since he discovered Swiffer.

Come here little Princess.
I have something for you!