Pizza sleeping, and twitts!

Rarely do we ever order pizza. In fact we really don't. I had my Aunt Bon here from Philly last September and that night we were all a little tired from the day, so my DHBF (Dear Hot Boy Friend) went and picked up a pizza from our favorite local place that does NOT deliver. Anthony's coal-fired pizza. YUM! We use to live right by there. But, now that we have moved into our own gorgeous house 12 1/2 month's ago... we are about 20 minutes away.
So, DHBF comes home from work and asks so sweetly if I want to go grocery shopping... and I seriously, really have had a huge headache for 2 day's, so I back out. So, he Say's "I'll order a pizza"... awesome! Except we have been here for a little over a year and we know NO dives, or good places yet... so he looks up Papa John's on the Internet and decides to order it online, (after a good 30 minutes of looking at coupons, toppings, zip codes, trying to put in our correct address, finding the closest one, thin or reg etc... I grab laptop to shut it... and grab his phone to order. Like 7 years ago we were ordering pizza from the Internet, (when it just came out) and they seriously kept losing the order so it took about 3 hour's. So screw trying that again, even though it was so long ago.
Tomorrow I am going to make my favorite dinner in the world. TACO'S! Probably beef.
I am such a homebody and alway's have been, I would so rather stay home and cozy up to a reality show or with DHBF. Which reminds me lately he has been talking in his sleep, and he wakes up and has NO idea. I guess it shouldn't bother me because he is doing it in his sleep, but is sleeping talking like when you are drunk and the truth comes out? I sure hope not! He has said some weird things lately! And, for all of you that do not have twitter yet, add YO self and add ME! I am getting addicted already! It's hard not to because it is just so easy... xoxo