Terri went back to work this week. Terri doesn't like CiCi's. That means that with Terri at work, it's the perfect time for our family to go eat WAY too much pizza. But I can't just give such a treat away. So when Catherine and Andre asked if we could go eat lunch at CiCi's, I told them that it depended on how well they buttered me up. My idea of buttering me up was doing some work around the house. Catherine's idea was just telling what a great Dad I am. That wasn't bad either. This is what she drew in paint while trying to talk me into taking them. Pictured are Andre, Catherine, me, and finally her boyfriend Nick. We're at CiCi's in the picture. You'll notice there's a pepper on Andre's plate. Catherine has her favorite, Alfredo pizza. I'm eating a bowl of chicken noodle soup while for some reason balancing my laptop computer in my left hand.
And then Nick is seated across the table from Catherine. Nick wasn't initially in the picture, because he wasn't in the CiCi's plan. He was invited to join us at the last minute, and added to the picture when we returned. That's why he's not seated next to Catherine in the picture. And that's why it looks strangely like he's laying down.
