She promised Duncan that she could make the pizza faster than she could order it and have it delivered.
She was right. Ours had carmalized onions, roasted red peppers and a sundried tomato pesto on the bottom. I don't know why I am looking at this with wonder. I have already put it in my mouth, had a couple of bites and decided nothing could inprove the pizza, though others might add some parmesan or some hot pepper flakes.
I thought we should put on Xmas music while we ate, but perhaps having Rebecca's friend Stacy over and singing carols for a half hour at the piano was enough.
My sight-reading leaves something to be desired, but people have to gather around to see the lyrics and they just ignored the fact that sometimes I play in D major when the song is in A Flat Major.
Duncan put on some music from his computer, so now I must learn Great Big World's "Say Something", as well as Cold Play's "Viva La Vie". And then he switched to Bob Dylan's "Wagon Wheels".
So now a third song to learn before I can tempt people back to the sweet and familiar old carols.