The Man and I have an unspoken principle that when life get tough, the tough order pizza. We don't know why, but gooey cheese helps make unpleasant circumstances a bit more manageable.
Yesterday was a doozy. We ordered pizza twice one day. From two different places. It was definitely the Monday of all Mondays.
The Man received a rejection letter from what looked like a promising job at a local police department, which put a damper on his entire day. In an attempt to cheer him up, I picked up a pepperoni pizza for his lunch break. For at least 25 minutes, he forgot about the whole thing. Pizza #1
As a reward for our "rice & beans" budget, the Man and I had planned a trip to Jamaica for next spring. We saved and saved and we were so excited to pay cash for a real vacation. Meanwhile, the tuition remission for my master's program (which begins tonight) doesn't include the cost of books. We knew this, but I was never informed as to how much was due and when. Sure enough, I got a letter stating that the payment was due: yesterday. The cost? Roughly the amount of our vacation fund. If I can't have fruity frozen drinks on a beach, I was at least going to have Papa John's. Pizza #2
All of this pizza may be good for our spirits, but not our waistlines. That being said, I was at the gym bright and early this morning to burn off the sympathy calories. When I came home, I was so exhausted I didn't feel like making myself breakfast -- so I ate leftover pizza. Pizza #2 1/2
Please don't judge us.