Wondering if this is how people keep finding my blog…
(phone rings)
SB: Uh the Pizz, thanks for calling?
KOT: Lemme get about 50 thanksgiving-lovers pizzas, delivered to the only castle around…
SB: King of Town, how do you even know about this place?
KOT: If you must know; I spend most of my time calling random numbers in the hopes of finding a new restaurant.
SB: Wellll we’re not a real place.. this is all wrong! The Cheat, in our effort to make a pretend pizza place, we somehow created a successful and well reviewed actual pizza place!
Let it be known:
The quick brown fox jumps over a lazy dog.
I assume this is fairly important as my computer tells it to me frequently.
The other day Camden was walking through the house and bumped into a low table. She hurt her arm on the pointy corner and started to cry a little. I said, “Oh did the table hurt you?” Camden’s eyes got wide and she turned on the table, tapping it severely with one finger to scold it. Through tears she upbraided it fiercely saying, “NO! No no nooooo! No, NO!” I’d like to see that table even think about bumping her again.