The Pizza Pie of Hearts

I decided not to sit in DiMille's, lest I burst into tears like some kind of freak. I didn't when I ate, and pizza tasted very, very good after so many months without it. Back on the wagon I go, though. I need to be in top form for the trip and whatever comes after, if anything.

Here is a fine example of what we enjoyed as our Valentine's ritual (yes, from DiMille's). I did set two places at the table and I had to shoo Seamus away (and lock him in the room, as Marcie would have demanded):

Our pizza pie, and the last Valentine's heart-shaped pizza I will ever eat of.

Good night, folks. Happy Valentine's Day.