I was too tired to cook tonight, so we ordered two pizzas and cheesy bread and a bottle of Coke. I am waiting for it to be delivered and suffering buyer’s remorse as we speak. The amount of groceries I could have purchased with the money I am wasting on pizza I suppose is not substantial, but it is not a particularly healthy meal.
I have a weakness for Coca Cola and deny myself this elixir most of the time because I know it is not all that good for me—too much sugar–and I read somewhere that it has some mystery ingredients. But pizza just would not be pizza without a Coke or a beer. And I have no beer here except for some Steam Whistle (my youngest son’s favourite) which I find harsh on my ever so delicate palate.
I was supposed to get groceries today, but by the time I got around to it, a storm that was brewing finally down poured and there was lightning and thunder—okay– so I am making excuses…
In summary: TGIF, or as I read in a nephew’s tweet “Thank Buddha It’s Friday”. In celebration I am going to enjoy my transgressions.