Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Lasagna PizzaSomeone from Pizza Hut has a secret. He (it could be a she, but for simplicity purposes we'll just say he) has the ability to fly to heaven and come back to earth. On one of these missions, he asked God himself if He would create the most heavenly pizza and allow him to share it with his fellow earthlings. And thus, my friends, is the Lasagna Pizza. OH. MY. GOSH. This stuff is deeelicious. You know that white, creamy filling in between layers of lasagna? There's a big dallop on top of the pizza, which happens to be a warm, doughy, deep dish with chunks of spicy sausage and fresh herbs. Just sayin....you should try it.
Jenny got us the pizza in exchange for a few hours of work at her new restaurant last night. That's pretty sad when you ask for food instead of money for compensation. Get control of yourself, Emily! Anyways, the health inspector is going there this morning, and if all goes welll, The Dog House could be open for business as early as tomorrow! Yea, Jenny! If anyone happens to be reading this, The Dog House is on S. Limestone in Lexington. Check it out.
Oh....how could I forget the most exciting part about Jenny getting open tomorrow? Jon, my husband, is going to dress up like a hot dog and pass out fliers around campus. This will most definitely be my proudest moment ever. (Just keep your fingers crossed that he doesn't make it in the paper.)
On another note, my lovely little voice can be heard on the radio sometime soon. I'll let you know when later. I will be reading an announcement for the Carnegie Learning Center through my work. I typically am a really good reader, but I'm sure somehow I'll manage to totally screw up my big chance and never be asked to do PR work again!
Oh...that reminds me of a story. I know I'm rambling, but just hang on. This is pretty funny. Jon and I had asked my brother-in-law, Chris, to do a reading for our wedding because my sister said, "Oh, he's great at stuff like that...so articulate, and he doesn't get nervous." My ass. First of all, we had picked a verse from Colossians for him to read, but somehow, he thought I had said Jeremiah. Do those two words sound alike? I didn't think so either. So, up until the day of the wedding, he had been practicing a verse in Jeremiah. You do realize that is the Old Testament....the verse probably went something like, "And God brought down his wrath on the people of the old land...." Probably not the best choice for a wedding.
Anyways, he figured out the right verse just in time. He calmly and confidently walked up to the podium and began to read from the Good Book. After reading a couple of lines, he looked up to the guests for dramatic effect, and when he looked back down, silence. More silence. I could see the panic arise on his face. His finger started racing around the page looking for the line he had left off on. He finally finds the general area, re-reads the line he had just read, and finishes off with a bit of stuttering and a horrified look on his face. Oh...Chris. Thanks for the entertainment. As the bride, I felt it was not appropriate to snort out a big laugh, but let me tell you, it was hard to hold back.
Posted by Emily at 7:30 AM
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