I figured since Brice wouldn't be home till later tonight,I would order pizza for dinner.I didn't feel like cooking.Plus there's a wicked storm raging outside right now.SO,I just ate an order of breadsticks,a few,*cough*,wings and a piece of pizza.I feel like I am about to explode.And I feel gulity.I had gotten everything situated to make stuffed peppers but it was so much easier to pick up the phone and call Dominos.I think I am PMSing,given the sheer amount of food I have just consumed.
