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.)