Heh...when I bought my vacuum cleaner, the box lived in the living room for...um...months. The cats *loved* it, and I didn't have the heart to throw it away.
It's kinda like how Mom let us keep the box for a long, long time when we got a new washing machine, even though it was a nuisance. ;-)
I made pizza last night, and I think it turned out OK. I remember being fascinated when I was little and Dad would make pizza - it's such a colorful process!
But then I forgot to take a picture of the finished product. Oh well.
This morning I made our traditional after-pizza-night breakfast: dough-daddles.
Apparently no one else calls them that, though...at least not anyone that uses the internets... Basically just fried dough. Good with syrup or cinnamon and powdered sugar.