It was like you told her how much I like it.
So, when you get home tonight the pizza will have pepperoni on it. I know you say you hate it. But after 30 years I also know you scarf those little meaty discs of goodness like they're your last meal. Sure, it gives you late night undercover gas ,so in a way I guess we both will suffer because of my poor decision. I already know that you're going to say that I brought that on myself, but I'll still expect your apology in the morning. Oh... and btw, I still love you.
This post was written as an assignment for a class I'm taking online from Chris Brogan. The assignment was to write three paragraphs in a 'conversational' tone. The conversation was something that should be 'important' to the listener. I wound up writing the above 'tongue in cheek' apology to my wife, for ordering a pizza with pepperoni, rather than italian sausage. Chris' notes on my home work asked me if I had ever heard Lyle Lovett's "Here I Am". I promised to give it a listen. Once I did, I felt it fit the feel of the 'tongue in cheek' of the homework! What do you think?
And if it's not too late...make it a cheeseburger
Give it a listen!