Starving.
What will the delivery guy think?
He comes to the door, and I open it. I'm in my jammies, which is not exciting. We're talking some seriously pink flannel going on here. I thew a sweat shirt on over it just so I don't look like some overgrown pathetic little kid wannabe. Now I just look like a large, lonely lady who is about to make out HARDCORE with the pizza he's delivering. YUM.
Has anyone ever changed their clothes for the delivery person?
Well, I'm not going to. I'm going to go sit on the couch and wait impatiently.
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