It’s Friday night and I’m sitting on my futon with my laptop perched on my lap, egrossed in rewrites.
Dinner was an afterthought. Fishdog comes home and asks if I’d given any thought to food.
Delivery. Ah the magic of delivery. I pay my homage to the creation of food delivery once a week or so.
Once upon a time, way back when, I was a pizza delivery girl. Boy do I have some stories. I actually wrote one of my first creative writing papers on pizza delivery.
So, thank you 3 Guys Pizza. The pizza was fab. It went really well with my Maker’s and Diet Coke.
And I never had to leave my futon.
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 
Are you telling me you can afford the pizza AFTER the frigging GAS fees they load on for home delivery!! LOL
Hope you enjoyed the meal.
Monica
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LOL
No gas fees here, Monica. Not yet anyway.
But yes, I’d still order, even with a surcharge. It’s one of my guilty pleasures. Sigh.
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I don’t have the full plate that you have, Mel…so I only get to order in once a month at most. But when I do, it’s ALWAYS pizza.
p.s. loved the Girls Drinking thing on the last post. Ewwww.
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Two questions about this pizza place (I have such a love affair with food that I clicked on the link):
What’s pulled pork? (must be a southern thing)
Ricotta cheese on pizza?
It looks good though–making me crave a good pizza pie.
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