What a day, what a day. April 10, 2008 by far has been the worst day in awhile.
I won’t bore you with the details of my horrible day, but will just get right to the worst part of the day. When I have a bad day I like to eat bad food and that bad food is usually pizza. I ordered a large pizza with half ham and half cheese (The Girl likes cheese…yuck!) and the Parmesan bread sticks. If you haven’t had the Parmesan bread sticks…you must partake…they may change your life.
Anyways, so I was sitting here watching the Simpsons waiting for my pizza, then it dawned on me that sometimes The Girl uses my log on to order pizza for her office. And lo and behold I had ordered the pizza and then had it delivered to her office. But yet, that is not the tip of the iceberg.
The tip of the iceberg is that The Girl is an accountant and we are 4 days from April 15, 2008. So basically that means that it is 7:35pm and she probably won’t be home until around 9pm. So here are my choices:
a) go across to town get the pizza
b) guilt The Girl into coming home early
c) call and try to get a refund
d) wait
You know what reason I chose? D…because I have had one to many beverages to drive myself across town. So here’s to the worst day of the year…F*&K YOU.
**Update: Got my pizza last night at 9:45pm…on the flip side, glad I got my pizza…but even worse that The Girl had to work that late.
Sorry to hear about your bad day. They happen sometimes, but usually it passes. I advocate the drink at times like this, that or the punching bag.
Mmmmmm…..Pizza.