I am cold and full of yummy stuffed pizza.

My parents and I reached Chicago safe and sound. We decided to get, of course, the famous Chicago stuffed pizza for dinner, at a swingin' (well, not really) little place nearby called Nancy's. Very delicious, and I can feel my arteries clogging already from all that greasy, delicious cheese.

While we were piling in the car, we saw this cluster of signs.



I didn't even notice the typo until my dad asked, "Does cigarettes have two 'r's?"

Good times, Chicago, good times.

It's also COLD here. My poor little St. Louis heart can't take it. Well, okay, it's in the seventies, but when you're used to like 60% humidity with temps in the 80's or 90's.... you catch my drift.