Dear Pizza Man…

I love you.

You feed my family when I have spent all day hashing out characters and neglecting my duties.

You keep my youngest happy even with his ultimate pickiness in regards to food.

You also keep my fur baby Layla up to her eyeballs in pizza crusts which may give her a bit of a butt, but she’s happy as a clam.

You also feed my need for calorie laden french fries drenched in ranch dressing, covered in cheese and topped with bacon. I am aware that is awesome and there is nothing else like it in the world

So dear pizza man, I thank you. My family thanks you. My dog thanks you.


A severely distracted writer with no sense of time.

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