Month of Mel with out the "l"

That's right it's not really the month of "Mel" but the month of "Me". Every day this month I will do something for me-which sounds really selfish, but if I become healthier and happier it only stands to reason that I will become a more pleasant person to be around, thus benefitting others. Since this is my first time, a learning curve is expected.
My first thing was to have pizza and beer. Dwight thinks this is because I like beer (I do) and pizza (I do). Some people have "Throw back Thursday" I have pizza and beer. Years ago, my great grandma lived with us. If she kept to her diet during the week, Mom would take her to Pizza Hut on Saturday night. My little bitty grandma loved sweets, but she loved pizza more. We didn't get to go every week. Probably three out four weeks of the month. I should mention that my great Grandma was four foot tall in heels and German. I never understood why my mom named me Katherine-when Grandma would never be able to pronounce that name. To her, I was Kaddie.
Back to the pizza. We'd be escorted to the very back of the restaurant-so far back, I remember moving boxes to put chairs around our table. Grandma had a discussion with the manager about sodas and pizza. Sodas are terrible for children, and no self respecting German has anything but beer with pizza. This kind of explains why we sat so far in the back. I thought we had tiny glasses of beer to go with our pizza. Much later I learned these were just shot glasses in the shape of beer mugs, but we were allowed to drink just one. Then, the manager would bring us a glass of milk-he remembered that sodas were bad for children. After the ride home, Grandma would help Mom get four sleepy kids out of the car and into bed.
Sometimes, she would rub my head and tell me what sounded like "Shotze, Ish libba dish" and if I could really spell you would know it translates to "Sweet heart, I love you". I hope Grandma knew that Kaddie loved her very much too.