I'm Working On It

How is it that a pizza, a nondescript food item, made of gooey goodness, can make the world right? Yesterday tried my patience, tried my......well everything. I cried no less than 3 times. Once because Cancergramps is decline at the rate of a runaway train, which I am thankful for (geez, that sounds awful, but I would rather a quick decline than a long, horrendously painful one, this one is painful enough for him). Once because I was on the phone dealing with a software issue of sincerely GREAT importance and the jackasses is my office are continually yelling at me to "pick up line one, hello line one is for you," "line 2 is for you, pick up line two." "Why can't you pick up the phone." "they still waiting on line 1, 2, 3, 4," are you going to pick it up?" Were they blind, deaf, dumb? I don't know, but generally when I see someone with a item that has a cord ans is attached to a base with numbers on it, I KNOW they are on the phone. So I did what an respectable person would do, closed the door, but the software people on hold and lowered my heavy big old head to the desk and cried. Just briefly, maybe a minute, but damn if it didn't somehow at the same time feel like a beautiful sunset and a betrayal all at the same time.

The last time I cried was at home on the couch that still has a tv occupying at least 75% of the available cushion area. I cried cause the day was over, my husband is a mess, I am a mess, our business is a mess, my grandfather is dying, I can't take a vaca and so and so on. Then I had the most brilliant thought - possibly ever- order a pizza, deliver it to my door, the world be all right if only for the time it takes me to eat my way out of my current misery. Which my the way I have been doing an awful lot of lately and my pants are not thanking me for it.

So I ordered a medium pizza, extra cheese, easy sauce, half pepperoni. It arrived and it was everything I had hoped for. Gooey, cheesy, easied sauce, lovely doughy, extra specialness. I ate a few pieces (3 to be exact, do not judge, i was having a moment:) and you know you would do the same thing!!!

So that is how pizza came to save my evening. To top it off hubby went to home depot and came back with a coke slurpee (my hero!!) Bad dog even snugged with me. He and I have had a few disagreements ever since he ate a chicken out of the trash and had so much gas you could literally squeeze him and he would fart. We have not been friends for about a week over his rude flatulence. Although I did feel for him, he couldn't have been comfortable farting in the wind like that for days on end.