Hornet and Pizza

I talked to the mother of the young man who mowed. She has been very ill, and I had not seen her at her work. Before I was going to hang up, I asked her what the son had said. "Nothing. He said nothing." At that point, I asked her to ask her older son, the one I know, to mow. We will see. I guess the one who mowed knew we were friends and did not want to say anything to get him in trouble.

As I tried to descend the steps from the porch, a hornet was in my way. I backed up. He backed off until I started down the steps again. Then, he came back. We played this game for a while. I think I have hornets under my porch. This is scary.

About 2 am, I cooked the pizza for exbf. It was huge! Instructions said to put it on the oven rack sans pan. No way. I will not cook directly on the oven rack. Instead I put it on the paper with foil on the back. When I tried to take it out by holding two sides of the paper, it folded almost into itself. At any rate, it is cut into crazy pieces and into freezer bags with slices kept apart from each other by waxed paper.

Since it had black olives and he hates them, I picked them off and ate them. I was hurting to much to stand any longer, so I left a few.

I was still awake at 3:30 when the royal wedding coverage came on TV, and I am still awake 10:30 am.

When I take a nap, I will tell you exactly how I feel about Meghan.

Do you ever cook directly on the oven rack?