Just as I expected – the pizza is missing and no one that had access to my freezer had anything to do with it. The deep freezer that it had lived in for a few years was moved out a few weeks ago. I personally moved the pizza to my freezer and put it up behind a turkey to hide it because I had a daunting fear that this exact thing would happen. No one one will admit to it – no one had touched the turkey, my missing historical pizza or my ice cream that I JUST realized is also missing. I hope this mystery person ate my Valentino’s pizza and contracts Valentino’s Revenge. I was so proud of my last piece of Valentino’s pizza too bad it had to grow legs and walk away. Maybe someday I will tell that woman of my dreams about the time I kept the pizza she made me in the fridge for 5 years or so. She would probably appreciate that somewhere deep in heart and feel my extreme disappointment in the people around me that saw nothing ever at all – they don’t even know what a freezer is at this point.
Now, I have not been shy about asking about my pizza. Most of them didn’t even question it because they expected and absurd answer. I originally noticed when my dad was here and he only made comments on the fact that I probably could not encase it in epoxy to preserve it. Possibly on purpose, before I confirmed that it was in fact gone – he convinced me hat there was probably no good was to preserve the last piece of pizza from my favorite pizza. I moved on quickly before we started working where exactly the line for romantic ended. I haven’t found the answer yet.
The a series of clicking, I saw this photo. It looks like a painting but it is actually a time lapse photo over 100 sunsets. This is the type of photography that I want to get better with – there is something about abandoned buildings that really draw me to them. I would love to travel down the back roads stopping to photograph placed long forgotten.
