Tag: Roman Candle
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what’s better?
“I want pizza,” My Darling B said to me when we ran into each other in the hall yesterday. I didn’t have any on me at the time, so she had to wait until I took her to Roman Candle after work, where we ordered a large pie with four kinds of meat, including some Read.
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choices
It’s our custom every year to retire to a booth at The Roman Candle pizza parlor and choose the films that we want to see at the annual Wisconsin Film Festival. In years past, the festival’s schedule has been published a week before tickets went on sale but this year, along with all the other Read.
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cheese farts
We both worked late last night, so we both liked the idea of quick and easy dinner, which lead us to Roman Candle for pizza. That’s it. Ate out again. Roman Candle. Pizza. That’s all I got. Not much else to tell. Oh, I was working late so I could move a bunch of files Read.
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Talkies
Tickets went on sale for the Wisconsin Film Fest at noon today. We had the films we wanted to see picked out the night before and sat waiting with the web browser of the most dependable computer in the house parked on the film fest web site, mouse-clicking finger poised ready to hit the “buy Read.
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Hobson’s Choice
Picking me up after work this evening, My Darling B advised me that for dinner we could go have pizza at Roman Candle or go have pizza at Mickey’s. Hobson’s Choice, in other words. We ended up at Mickey’s, largely because we didn’t have to double back through traffic to get there. Both of us Read.
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in tune
My Darling B must have been receiving the same signals from the mothership I was getting. She was walking from the car to the ATM as I came out of the office building to meet her this evening. “I’m getting some cash,” she explained, “I’ve been thinking about pizza all day.” “That’s funny, I’ve got Read.
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