Gourmet meal

November 5, 2012
Life feels a little crazy.

Work is way, way too busy. We lost one of our management staff to a new job. I mean, who wants to make more money and lessen their workload? Pffff. So I'm taking on a bunch of other projects and working more hours until we figure out what's going on. Which means we get home late and I stress the entire drive home over what I can cook in 45 minutes because I barely remembered the mutt and I have obedience class tonight. Oh, and did I mention I haven't been to the grocery store in a week?

Little Ceaser's Pizza Pizza to the rescue!

Now, don't get me wrong. I do love me a take-out pizza but when the kids scream and jump for joy as if they are eating the only gourmet meal they have ever or will ever have, that's getting personal. The nights I actually spend hours prepping, cooking, and cleaning up after a real gourmet meal and they shriek in horror like I'm trying to poison them.

I don't get it. Eh. It doesn't matter anyway because I don't have time to worry about it!