The Pizza Delivery Boy

That's right... this post is about the Pizza Delivery Boy. I have to admit that I really have a crush on him, although I also must admit that its really something more than that.

When he comes to my house I can't help but to think about the wad of $1.00 bills he has in his pocket and the places that I could spend them or the bills I could pay with them. I only wish that I had the money to eat pizza more often. He may smell like pizza and other things of that variety, but it doesn't bother me to say the least. He has a full-time job and he's said that this is his part-time gig to get the job done, to get the bills paid and to help carry his family through rough times. Now that is what I call a man! A man so dedicated to his vows, to what he promised to do that he is willing to do what it takes to bring home the dough (hahaha) to support his family. Should I ever be so lucky. So there you have it, I'm in love with a married man but I think I'm probably prettier than his wife....

Wait a minute... I AM his wife. That's right folks, this is a tribute to my most wonderful, darling husband who has picked up a part-time job as a pizza delivery boy. Perhaps, when he's not delivering pizzas, he'll stop by and see that I love him, adore him and think that he's way more of a man that I could have ever dreamed of marrying and calling my own.

I love you Joebaby!