Beware...Whining Below.

I want Pizza Hut pizza like nobody's business.  Hand-tossed supreme pizza.

Seriously almost pregnant-like craving right here.  I'm not pregnant.  Seriously, Dad, I'm not. I promise.

I do have my blow fund.  Which I have been so responsible with ...  It's been in my wallet for a week and I haven't touched it.

I always budget my blow fund.  Not even joking.  I give 10% away, save 45% and spend 45%.  Who budgets their blow fund?  I know right.

I've even gotten on their website and filled out my order.  I just have to hit the button.

So here I sit on this gloomy Thursday night dreading getting up to cook.  I've thought thoughts.  Some aren't nice.

I've considered leaving Hotsauce and the Turkeys here to fend for themselves.  After all I don't have to use my blow fund on them.  I could get the pizza and eat it in silence and savor every.single.bite.all.by.myself.

Or I could find someone to watch the Turkeys while we go on a mini-date.  But, then I'd have to pay for a babysitter or at least come up with a much better reason to ask someone to watch the kids for free...

Or if I could make it a mere 3 hours they would all go to bed and I could eat it without them knowing any better.  I could save a lot of money that way.  Dave Ramsey would almost be proud of me right??  Or maybe not.  But, I could live with that.

I'm a terrible person.  But, I can live with that too.

Maybe I just need to start making Macaroni and Cheese and try my hardest to be a good person.  That will only last so long though.

Mentally I am laying on the floor kicking my feet and throwing a fit! But, I don't want to make supper!  I just want to get a stinkin' pizza.