Stay-in-Bed Lady

A few weeks ago I hosted a game night and thought it’d be brilliant to finally buy a Digiorno Pizza so I could tell my friends “It’s not delivery, it’s Digiorno!” and watch their surprised faces turn into glee. It failed. See, the only way it could be pulled off successfully is to have actual pizza boxes because who takes the time to put delivered pizza on presentable platters. Not only that, but the rising crust sucked and the pizza clearly tasted frozen. I was disappointed, but not surprised. I did however feel my money would have been better spent on Mama Celeste pizza – because sometimes you just crave really cheap frozen pizza and Digiorno didn’t hit the spot. 

Anyway, no one really cared much for what was baked and I had one leftover, so weeks later I’m currently waiting for my four cheese Digiorno pizza to finish baking. So I can start eating. At 4:30pm. Because I’m a stay-in-bed lady, and I’m old and get hungry from doing nothing all day. Or, I eat because I’m bored. One or the other. Doesn’t matter, crap pizza here I come!