Hawaiian Pizza

I see you there all saucy and delicious,  Your pineapple gleaming like little bits of gold nestled under a blanket of cheesy snow.  I heard your delectable ham slices whispering in my ear on the ride home.

"Eat me" you whispered like so many romance novel lovers.
"Devour my saucy goodness, you know you want to", you tempted me with your luscious voice.
To you my doughy god of flavor I say "NO! My Michelina's Light stuffed rigatoni is waiting for me!" my brain compells me to say.  But what's this?  My stomach has joined the fray.  "You have been neglecting me" it cries.  "Us too" scream thousands of little taste buds.  My body is locked in combat with itself.  I need assistance, I need a lifeline.  I call my sister......

"Tell me I dont need to eat Hawaiian Pizza!" I scream at her as she pick up the phone.
"No, you don't!" she tells me in her calming voice.
"Don't eat the pizza, take it home for the boys and let them have at it"
"But its a take and bake", I plead trying to get her on the side of my stomach "The smell will be too much for me, I shant survive"
"No", she says once again "you have your dinner, you dont need that pizza.  Go home and blog.  Just do it and leave the pizza be!"
"Ok" I say "I will leave it alone and blog"

So here I am, pizza singing to me like a chorus of tasty angels in another room and me sitting here in the game room at my computer blogging about how much I want it. 

Fuck pizza, fuck you, you nasty, fattening, grease laden pie!  I will smoke a cigarette and the thought of you will vanish from my mind.  I'll be damned if I will bake that thing.  D will have to figure it out, I may even remind him not to cook the cardboard, AGAIN.

I am strong.
I can beat you.
I dont want pizza!
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I am a filthy liar.  But I will not concede!!

Until tomorrow then......