My name isn’t really CarrieLou, well, not the Lou part anyway, my husband coined that not too long after we met and started dating.  He likes to give people nicknames, and I was thrilled to have one that didn’t suck.  Friends from high school might remember that my brother and I got the most beautiful nickname of all based on our last name: “neuter”.  What a lovely, lovely inspiring name.

Now, my nickname just might be “breadstick”.  He tried “babycakes” for a time in his best Barry White voice, but the giggling that ensued (from BOTH of us) made that just a nonworkable nickname for me.

Papa John’s pizza is dead to me. I don’t like it at all, but their breadsticks, oh my…they are fluffy and warm, and when you bite into them your teeth just sink and melt into them. They are NUMMY.  I’m not even sure it’s the breadsticks that I like nearly as much as the cheese sauce. I always order two orders of breadsticks and about six cups of the cheese sauce.  It’s like crack to me.  I assume anyway, seeing as how I’ve never done crack, but I love it so much.

So much, in fact, that when I order online and ask for six cups of cheese sauce and they only give me say, two or three, I get very angry, like HULK SMASH angry.  I’m hearing the gruff sound of “yo, breadstick, let’s go” coming from the hubs, so it looks like my order is ready…my mouth is watering already.