don't know that I blog. Thank goodness. It turns out that H and I are mildly wicked. Here is our story of wickedness.
Friday was such a lovely day- one that begged to be napped during, and since I was busy during most of the day, I snuck a little late nap in. Needless to say I awoke 1 hour later, stupider than usual. Nap hang-over. It happens. It was nearing 7 pm ( don't judge me ) and I figured I had better start figuring for dinner. I tossed something in the microwave to defrost and headed out to water the yard, and hopefully get some of my brain working again. I came back in to H announcing that " Pizzashere!" and on the dining room table sat a huge pizza box.
me- "oh you ordered pizza..."
me - " is that pizza?"
H- "yes - didn't you order it?"
me-" I was sleeping"
H- "yeah I was wondering how you ordered pizza while you were sleeping"
My sleep hangover is in high gear now and I am feeling a little like Alice and a rabbit plus one pizza.
me-"you ordered it- right"
H-"nope- paid for it though- get plates"
me-" you really didn't order it?"
H- "nope- a man shows up at the door with pizza, I pay for it and start eating."
me- "so it is like magic pizza?"
I still don't really believe him- and I am thinking I don't want to eat random pizza, but he tells me it is from our local place, so now I am all in. Who knew I was that easy? I open the box and start laughing- He really didn't order it. He could never have ordered this pizza- his standard order is pepperoni and extra garlic. This pizza is every veggie you ever saw on one half plus jalapeno, and the other half is goat cheese and basil! We dig in. I decide that magic pizza is tastier than pizza you order yourself- H agrees. Second piece in, H looks over the receipt to see what the order actually was. He hands it over for me to read, and what I see... is my neighbors name and address! We have just kinda stolen our neighbors pizza! I grab the phone and dial and of course have crust in my mouth as I explain to pizza girl that my husband thought I ordered, but I didn't , and he paid, and then HE ate it, and then I saw that it was supposed to go across the street... when you say it all in one sentence, with pizza in your mouth, I don't understand why she didn't get it. Silly girl. Second time through she got it. "You mean you don't live at XXX? " " That's right! but my husband ate their pizza - that he paid for. Please send another one to XXX super fast!" And so that is why Harry and I are kinda wicked. I have not seen the neighbors yet. I may never- if I am lucky. I don't know if they know, I don't think I want to know if they know or what they think of us in our wickedness, all I have to say is- magic pizza is really good.