This blog is already going downhill.
I was going to write something cool and artsy and inspiring about the rain, and how it’s pretty and peaceful and relaxing and symbolic of a new start (as long as it doesn’t touch your hair).
But instead, I will write about pizza.
I’m going to be completely honest with you.
The biggest decision of my day was, “What am I going to eat for dinner?”
In the midst of binge watching Scandal with a few friends, we slipped into that awkward time frame between lunch and dinner where you suddenly become ravenously hungry and your body convinces you there is no way you are waiting until dinner, and that you need food. Like now.
Let me tell you about July.
To some people it means vacation. To some it means just another month at work. To some it means anniversaries, or birthdays.
And for the coolest people, it means being a broke college student home for the summer who is now saving every last penny from their crappy summer job before they go back to school in less than a month.
After (literally and hilariously) scraping together change, figuring out who had card and who had cash, coupon searching, debating over Chipotle, Wendy’s, or Hoagiefest at Wawa, we decided on pizza.
I don’t know if it was God’s plan to place a lesson in my life today.
But if it was,
it was pizza.
It was definitely pizza.
Pizza is the lesson.
Money can’t buy you happiness.
But it can buy you pizza.
And pizza is happiness.
Enjoy the little things.