I was working about 60 hours this week, so I figured, I’ll get an extra large pizza from Rovente’s, take it for lunch/dinner…
If I never see another pizza again, it’ll be too soon.
I think the best part was during a phone call to my parents and I was talking about my brilliant plan (it was early in the week) my dad said, “You didn’t go to to Hot Lips pizza?” like I told him I was kicking puppies while voting Republican.
See, last time my ‘rents were in town, we went to Hot Lips for lunch. Now, about once every two weeks, they talk about that meal. Sheesh.