I’m learning a lot about self-control and restraint these days between trying not to spend money and attempting to be better about what I eat. I have a weakness though. I would love to say it was my only weakness, but I’d be lying. It is, however, one of my biggest weaknesses–pizza. I love pizza. I couldn’t tell you exactly why. I just know that I love it. The following story illustrates how much I love pizza.
Last night, I had just gotten off my dinner break from 5-6 and one of the sales associates that was closing with me asked if I wanted to order pizza with them. Now, I had just finished eating about 45 minutes prior to being asked. Naturally, one would think that I could say no. Alas, I always seem to have room for pizza. I should have said no, but I knew that when the pizza arrived and I smelled it, I would regret my decision. Therefore, I rationalized that even though I did not need the pizza, I should get it.
The moral of the story–you can probably bribe me with pizza.
[Insert evil laugh here]. This is good to know. = )
Hey, if I offer to feed you as much pizza as you want, will you come visit me?
We love pizza too. Especially Stephanie’s homemade pizza. It’s different than what you get from Pizza Hut or Dominos and, in my opinion, better. She makes the crust from wheat flour. The kids, and I, look forward to pizza night, which usually occurs once a week.