coming down with something...
Vogon came in at lunchtime craving wood-fired pizza. After racking our collective brains and coming up with Colorado places (the obvious -- Beau Jo's and Woody's), we did a quick Google search and came up with Two Rows, which has a location in Addison. We split a blackened chicken alfredo pizza with a scallion and garlic focaccia crust, no tomatoes.
While looking for an official website for Woody's, I skimmed the headlines on the Denver CBS affiliate's website since one in the local news box on denver.citysearch.com caught my eye: "Home Invasion Suspect Stabbed To Death By Homeowner". One of the related stories from that story's page was "Man With Sword Confronts Burglars, Gets Shot" (talk about bringing a knife to a gun fight, though it was a homeowner awoken by the burglary and shot at by the suspects as they were leaving his home) and at the end of the local/regional headline list was "Man Caught Smuggling Yeast In Jail", which I just giggled at even though I correctly guessed it was brewer's yeast and not a bacterial infection. The line "Initial tests on the substance were negative for marijuana, cocaine and hash. . . . Later, authorities determined the true nature of the substance" just slays me.
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I need to do a sweep for any loose writing utensils again -- Laurel took a crayon and a pen to one of my vintage children's books that we had gone over many times that it was a reading book, not a coloring book, and belonged to Mommy. I'm considering withholding her latest book order's books until she agrees to not color in reading books. (She has a pile of coloring books and paper in the living room, so I think this is more exploring boundaries than a lack of material for creative pursuits.)
