On Saturday night I decided it would be fun to order pizza for dinner. I briefly considered cooking, but learned that all but one of my kids had other plans for the evening. AG and I decided that pizza and a movie would be a fun way to spend time together so I hopped online and ordered a pizza. Well, I ordered a couple of pizzas. Ok fine, I ordered 4 pizzas and some breadstick bites. For 2 people.
But really they were mini pizzas so it wasn’t so bad. Never mind that neither of us could even begin to eat a whole one, and now we had 4 to consume. I just couldn’t help it. The last time I ordered from this place I tried the Hawaiian Pizza. Ham, bacon and pineapple deliciousness. I really wanted to try the BBQ chicken pizza, but I hated to miss out on the Hawaiian so I decided to order both. Click, click. Then I thought about AG and how she really doesn’t like BBQ. I thought it was only fair that she have a 2nd choice pizza as well. She wanted a Margarita pizza. Click. But then I saw the Alfredo Chicken and Spinach and knew she would probably like it more than the Hawaiian. Click. So I reasoned that she had 2 of her favorites, and I had 2 of mine. And unfortunately 2 + 2 = 4. As I was getting ready to process my online order I saw the words “garlic butter coated breadstick bites” and I couldn’t help myself. Click.
And when the delivery guy came to the door and said, “Here are your 4 mini pizzas and breadstick bites”, I may or may not have called into the other room using the words, “GUYS, the pizzas are here.” And AG may or may not have looked at me like I was a weirdo because she knew there were no “guys” to help eat the pizza. But whatever. We ate pizza.
(We’re still eating pizza.)
Variety is good! Those pizza look yummy. And I’m sure the left overs were just as tasty.