Mamalama in town.
I am pleased with myself that I can tell it is the flight from Connecticut coming through security before I see my mom. My Connecticutdar is fully functional.
We have pizza at Pucinella's.
I am counting this as Pizza Night #15, tho the tradition does seem to have been abandoned.
My mom is in town for few days and she'll need my car to get around while I'm at work. It's been a while since she drove a stick shift though so we practice in the parking lot. I'm not liking this feeling one bit. Hmmm, a little bit of insight into life as parent, I guess.
We watched "Seven Pounds." My mom is not a fan. Way too heavy.