A Piece of Pie
I'm finally feeling well enough to enjoy some pizza. I will probably enjoy 4 slices tonite. The rest I will put in my refridgerator. The remaining slices will remain cool in there. I would give a slice to you but I do not like sharing foods and treats with my readers. I will not let you listen to my ipod either. I don't want your ear wax and my ear wax to mix. That is a big rule for all authors. You can come to my house and iron all my shirts though. I will allow that. I will even put on a mini-fashion show, and you can choose which shirt looks best. If you say anything negative however, I'll get frustrated and ask you to leave. If you take me to dinner I will suggest Arby's. That will be a joke. I really want to go to Carraba's, or Pappasitos. Those are the types of restaurants I want to eat at. Not Arby's. I don't care if you know the shift manager and can get free onion rings.