Epilogue

So, after Mr. Grumpy said he didn't want to go out to eat, or eat pizza, he said he wanted Italian. So, from the pool -- where I'd taken the girls so they could swim and I could make Mother's Day calls to the grandmothers -- I called Sicily Pizza, which delivers. 45 minutes later, we were home from the pool, and Sicily delivered: Chicken Parmigiana for Mr. Grumpy, the girls got ravioli, and I got my beloved olive oil, tomato, garlic, spinach and basil pizza. Don't laugh until you've tried it. It is yummilicous.