A silly trend, the couple thought. Eating pizza and posting photos while on the floor of your empty rental apartment. Who would care about something so trivial?
But… their only grandson had begged.
The woman popped the cork and poured a glass for her husband of forty-two years. Between her lactose intolerance and his nightshade allergy, pizza wasn’t an option. It was hard enough to get down on the darn floor, they weren’t going to wreak havoc on their digestive systems too.
They settled on a bottle of bubbly instead and then clinked glasses.
“To the joy of growing old…”
The Weekday One Hundred 