The pizza

Tonight my husband ordered pizza. I had eaten lunch as my knife and fork meal today (delicious chicken and salad rolls made by my mother!) so was due to have a shake for dinner. When I got home from running around all day he informed me that he was ordering in.

DH: Are you having a shake for dinner?
Mrs P: Yep. Certainly am!
DH: I'm getting pizza

And then this happened in my head.

Mrs P: Great. He's getting pizza.
Evil Mrs P: Maybe we could have it too?
Mrs P: No. We are having our shake.
Evil Mrs P: Can we? Pretty please?
Mrs P: No. We are having our shake.

It pretty much went like that for an hour. I went into the study to encourage DH to order before I had the chance to cave, and he didn't hesitate in ordering his pizza and not asking me if I wanted any. Good job.

For the next hour, this happened in my head.

Mrs P: I really want pizza, but I'm glad he didn't ask.
Evil Mrs P: I really want pizza. Maybe we can steal a slice?
Mrs P: A slice wouldn't be too bad. I've been super good today and haven't eaten anything bad.
Evil Mrs P: A slice or two. Maybe that would be okay.
Mrs P: Yeah, couldn't be too bad. What am I thinking? It will be bad. I can't eat a whole slice, even if it is only a medium and not a large.
Evil Mrs P: What? What is this nonsense?
Mrs P: I really shouldn't eat a slice. I'm glad I have my shake.
Evil Mrs P: What about just a bite. Like one bite combining crust and topping and maybe an extra pepperoni bit.
Mrs P: Nope. Shake it is.
Evil Mrs P: Just a bit. Not even an edge bit, just a tiny bite.
Mrs P: I suppose that could be okay. We'll just have a bite.

The doorbell rang. DH rushed to collect his bounty, muttering on his way back to his study that he was 'bloody starving and glad it finally came'. I followed him, and opened the box that was on the desk.

Mrs P: Hmmm which bit should I take my one bite from?
DH: None of them. You're not having any.
Mrs P: Are you kidding? Just one bite. That's all I'm having.
DH: Are YOU kidding? How hard have you worked today? How hard have you worked this whole week?
Mrs P: Urgh. You're so frickin' SUPPORTIVE.
DH: Yeah I am.

I walked away, made my shake, had my vitamins, sulked a little. Smelled the smell, and realised that this guy had my best interest at heart. I've had that pizza before. I remember what it tastes like, what it feels like in my mouth. I'll have it again another day. Just not today.

Just for the record, it looked better than this.