You really gave it your all last night.
You knew I'd had a rough day. You knew the heat and humidity were getting to me. You knew I was crampy and headachy and not feeling that great. You knew I'd had a ton of errands to run and was stressed by the end of the day.
It was a trick move you played on me, Pizza, to slip that flyer under my door. You played on my moment of weakness. That was a low blow.
I kicked your cheesy little butt!!
I chose not to order you! I realized that no matter how much I wanted you, it wouldn't be worth it and that I'd regret you the next day. I've worked so hard to fix my emotional eating habits and didn't want to fall back on that old, icky habit.
So, dear pizza .. Please, let the door hit your butt on the way out. And take that flyer with ya!
Victorious Mama Lego