Today may be my definition of a long day. I got up at 4:30 AM and we didn’t get home until after midnight! Parker and I spent ten hours at Chicago O’Hare. We were on a flight that had mechanical problems so we had to deplane. We were standby on another flight that had one spot, but there were two of us so we missed that flight. We finally got the last flight out of Chicago.

That is the bad news. Here is the good news.

Before the day unraveled, I thought we’d have a two-hour layover so we ordered a pizza from the closest Lou Malnati’s in Elk Grove. We hailed a round-trip taxi. And Parker and I devoured a large pepperoni deep dish in the backseat of the taxi. I think the taxi driver thought we were crazy. The entire cab smelled like a pizza sauna. And the windows were all steamed up because it was hot.

I love Lou Malnati’s! Best pizza on the planet.