"Let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story..." -Psalm 170:2
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
It seems every time I want to tell you guys about something and work up draft #1 in my head, the next thing I know, I'm all tired and fussy and I just don't wanna go through all the typing and posting and stuff. I mean, it's hard work getting my thoughts all filed in an organized fashion and then lined up just so in the disembark area and then loosing them while trying to eloquently throw them out here for you to make sense of. Who has that kind of energy when the whole day is said and done and all that and so on and so forth? And on occasion when I'm just so blinky tired but my systems are not entirely ready to power down, I'll decide to read some of your lovely stories instead. But here's what happens when I try to execute that plan of action. You are all too lovely and funny and I find myself relaxing more and more and more as I read, and then don't you know I'm too tired to comment. Isn't that just the saddest thing you've ever heard? It really is, isn't it.
Did any of that make sense? Does it matter? If you want the truth, the only reason I am writing this is because I really wanted to tell you about the Mac 'n' Cheese Pizza I had the other day. Mac 'n' Cheese! On a pizza! Have you ever heard such nonsense in your whole life? And I tell you this: Best. Pizza. Ever. I don't know why I've never thought of this before? Why haven't you? Why hasn't America? I mean, you guys, this kind of awesome was beyond my scope of comprehension. I ate four whole pieces. FOUR!
It wasn't regular elbow macaroni though. (Thank you to Google for helping me figure out that it was Cellentani pasta.) So cheesy cellentani pizza thrown on a pizza crust. No sauce. No other bells or whistles. Mac. Cheese. Pizza crust. Amen.
And it was all pizza buffet and stuff and don't you know while we were sitting there with piece #2, this whole busload of high schoolers walk in the door. Panic! I ran up to the buffet and grabbed the last 2 pieces. There is no way the appetite of a high school dude is going to be able to resist the magic of the PizzaMac. But don't worry. I took care of it and polished off every bite of it.
So. There you have it. PizzaMac = life changing. Bet your glad I stayed awake long enough to tell you about it. You're welcome.