I Married a Mean Little Woman

Gigi and I ordered a large thin crust anchovy and mushroom pizza at Pizza Hut last Wednesday on date night. She ate one piece, and I ate two before we packed it up in their industrial to go box for later eating.

Since then, we have been dragging that pizza out at feeding time like a lion does an old zebra carcass.

Last night was the perfect storm, three day old leftover pizza, beer, and a Carolina Panther preseason football game.

I ate the last three pieces and nursed on some beer while Gigi fed the horses. Little did I know that she had designs on one of those pieces of pizza.

When she came in from the barn she looked and the box and yelled, “Pig! You are all three pieces?”

I snickered in satisfaction.

I watched most of a humiliating game and went to bed.

Around 2:00 AM I was awaken by loud whale noises, the kind you hear on National Geographic specials where they record a group of hump backs getting ready to mate, and then head somewhere cold and far off like the artic circle.

I go tearing into the bathroom and put on a private fireworks show fit for any Walt Disney finale. I hear Gigi snickering under the sheets and she said, “Serves you right eating those three pieces by yourself.”

5 comments:

Hammer said...

Day old anchovies,yeah that'll do it :)

Reggie said...

You would think I would know that by now Hammer...I have filed this away as useful man information.

TerryC said...

Anchovy pizza karma - the worst kind!

Ali said...

LOL! Oh Gigi - she is a woman after my own heart.

MELackey said...

Private fireworks show - "Impressive"