I’e been good. Been awhile, hasn’t it?
And while I haven’t stepped inside a Walmart in a long time, but I do remember them having an entire soda aisle and a candy aisle, so I can imagine a pizza aisle.
Well, conceit is one of my finer qualities.
My job as an exotic dancer is paying pretty well, actually. It almost makes up for the fact that my husband is divorcing me because he blames me for the fact that our daughter stole the car and drove to Mexico.