Grr..

You know it's been one of those days when the pizza guy comes and you want to punch him. In the face. Twice. In my defense, he had it coming.

He walks up and I greet him, "Good evening!" because I'm just that nice.

Walking up with a small pizza and a oven roasted sandwich... "Hi. Please sign."

As I'm signing, "Oh... you must be really hungry."

Yes, I am jackass. I've been eating carrots all day because I'm going out to dinner for fondue tonight and I'm on Weight Watchers and there aren't enough points in a week to fit a fondue night out with the girls into it!

Seriously, don't mess with me.

And for the record, the pizza and sandwich were for my husband. You know, the guy running a marathon this weekend. That's 26.2 miles. And yes he's hungry. Jerk.