My escapades of going through life with a sore throat continued. Jorja has a sore throat too now, and so does Stockton. That's not very fun.
Dad also brought home four boxes of leftover pizza from work. It wasn't a brand I recognized, but I tried some anyway. Instant regret. It was probably the worst pizza I have ever tasted. I had only one slice, and even that was a struggle. Mom and Dad said we would probably be eating a lot of pizza over the next few days since we have four boxes of it. Oh boy.
