On garbage day, I put out two weeks of trash and recycling, including one whole bag from the junk boxes on my kitchen counter. (I've got a list of declutter areas to handle over the break. The Shine-Your-Sink lady would be so proud. I didn't even put the boxes back in the kitchen, so there's nowhere to gather new crap.) But the best part of my mountain was the pizza box from the world's largest pizza, which we ate during the font movie. The pizza itself was two feet across, and the box, when the guy delivered it, didn't even fit through my front door until he tilted in a good 45 degrees. Which makes me wonder how I moved in anything bigger than a pizza, and how I'll get it out when I leave. (Ok, it's tough to get a sense of scale in the picture, but that's a quarter in the bottom-right corner, for comparison.)
Were you hosting a slew of pigs?
Posted by: Sparky | 19 December 2007 at 09:12 PM
My God, it's behemoth! A pizza like that could lure Noah to Marquette for college ...
Posted by: Ruby | 19 December 2007 at 09:42 PM
And I just noticed the pineapples and black olives ... I have pizza envy.
Posted by: Ruby | 19 December 2007 at 09:44 PM
Never eat anything bigger than your head.
Posted by: Peter | 20 December 2007 at 12:16 PM
Peter is right on with that comment...
Are those pineapple slices or sweet bell peppers?
Posted by: #3 | 21 December 2007 at 11:53 AM
No, it's never eat anything you can't lift
Posted by: Sparky | 24 December 2007 at 10:46 AM