Mmmmmm, calzones. They're like little personal-sized pizza pillows. And for me, they hold beautiful memories from growing up.
A few times a year, Mom and I would go on an all-day shopping trip. I'd save, and save, and save my babysitting money so I'd have a nice little pot of money to spend on whatever clothes struck my fancy. Back in those days I was quite the little clothes hound {not so much anymore}. Oh, I loved our shopping trip days ...
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Mmmmmm, calzones. They're like little personal-sized pizza pillows. And for me, they hold beautiful memories from growing up.
A few times a year, Mom and I would go on an all-day shopping trip. I'd save, and save, and save my babysitting money so I'd have a nice little pot of money to spend on whatever clothes struck my fancy. Back in those days I was quite the little clothes hound {not so much anymore}. Oh, I loved our shopping trip days ...
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