In which a superior woman serves me superior pizza.

I went to Christina’s for lunch today. She made awesome pizzas and salad. Her kids are aweome. Prasada was in a mood because she was starving and I was late, and she totally cracked me up about five times.

Christina and I talked about going to visit the nuns in Atchison with Tahmi the last weekend in September. I’m really stoked about the trip.

After a too-leisurely meal, I started making noises about having to go back to work. Christina said, “No, no, no! That clock’s slow!”

I told her I was leaving right then, even as she handed me a paper cup full of strawberry/raspberry smoothie she’d just whipped up in her Vitamix, “because otherwise I’ll get trapped here in your vortex of fun and I’ll never be able to leave! Now stop being more fun that work right now!”

They even followed me out to the car, trying to trap me in their vortex of fun. Those Wadsworths, they’re dangerous.