Good morning. It’s trash day! We’re going to have pizza for supper.
Morning, T-C!
My smart-aleckyness seems to be fully awake, but I will forgo the opportunity afforded by seeing “trash” and “pizza for supper” in the same statement.
We often do that, when the evening is busy with other things. The local pizza place knows us all by name.
I feel like the “let’s get Mikey; he won’t eat it” of the pizza industry.