When enough is enough...
After a long day of slugging through work with my bloated, aching belly (monthly friend) I find myself at home exchanging telepathic thoughts with the Pizza Pops in my freezer. "Eat me". No, I should make something healthy. "I require little work to make." No, I ate a whole small pizza yesterday, I really should eat something else other than processed pizza. "You can make me tastier with hot sauce. I taste so good with hot sauce and you know it." Yes, but so does everything else on this planet, you're not so special. "You'll have to clean dishes if you make anything else." Ok, that convinced me. So I heat up my delicious-with-hot-sauce Pizza Pops and scarf two down in 5 minutes flat. The box indicated that if I so desired, I could have 2 pizza snacks. It didn't mention anything about having more than 2. I realise that this could potentially be a disclaimer, discouraging any eating of more than 2 pizza pops. But on the box, they are referred to as snacks, therefore, 2 would be a snack, 4 a meal. Or so I thought. My appetite had only grown more for the pizza filled pastry after I had eaten the two. I didn't want that gooey feeling to stop. I raced to the freezer and foolishly threw in my last 2 pizza pops into the microwave, thinking I was a genius to make a pizza snack into a meal. Halfway through the first of my 3rd pop, I begin to realise this was a bad idea.

1 Comments:
you are killing me! i finished the entry!!! but it took me 28 minutes to read 'cuz i was crying (with laughter of course.)
Post a Comment
<< Home