Jun 19, 2009
Sometimes, you gotta have pizza. It's been a hard week (you know, just living in my neurotic, worry addicted brain) and I worked even harder (fulfilled wife, masseuse, assistant, culinary student, copy writer, blogger and social media consultant duties). So as I was driving west on Olympic, I called house husband and asked him to order me a small cheese pizza with whole wheat crust. He did.
Above is my mangled pizza. I was so excited to eat it I forgot to shoot it! I eat the crust first (cuz that's the least sexy part) so that's why it looks tore up.
House husband and I also split a spinach salad: spinach, artichoke hearts, mushrooms, tomatoes, avocado and mozzarella cheese. I order it chopped and toss it with their fat-free honey mustard dressing (it would be Earth, Wind and Flour). Good stuff.
House husband's spicy sausage and peppers, sans pasta. He also had some passion fruit sorbet.
Friday workout: 3.7 mile run with husband (he doesn't want me to call him house husband...we'll see)
Ahh the weekend. I hope I actually relax a bit. We have no plans, except for therapy at 9:00am. Excited to see Fred as we have drastically cut down our sessions when husband got laid off.
What are you up to this weekend?