My husband told me yesterday that there was some leftover pizza in the fridge for me. Yes!, I thought, that will be perfect for today's lunch. Usually leftover pizza when only P and the kids have eaten means at least 2-3 pieces.
At 12:10 I opened the pizza box with a gurgling stomach only to discover that a tiny, little piece, enough for about 3 bites, is all that remained.
I know I said I wanted to go down that pound or so I gained on our vacation, but....*sniff*
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