They're trying to break me...

I was pretty hungry when I got off work yesterday and I was thinking of a new, exciting way to prepare yet another grilled, skinless, chicken breast. I was feeling pretty ok about that dinner until I got the mail. Of course it had to be Pizza Hut coupon day. And they don't just have one picture of a pizza...no...they have multiple pizzas. I have to admit I wavered a bit but then I remembered that I don't even like Pizza Hut much. So I'm throwing that away and what's underneath it? The frickafrackin' Black Angus dinner for two coupon! You know, the one with the Wagon Wheel Sampler platter with the fried zucchini and the loaded baked potato and the bread. Oh, the bread! The bread that I love beyond all reason. And the fudge cake at the end. Sweet chocolaty goodness with a vanilla ice cream chaser. Somehow I managed to throw that one out, too. Then, when I settled down in front of the tv with my salad and chicken breast, they played that Olive Garden commercial with the skinny guy talking about trying all the different combinations of pasta and sauces. I just had to mute it. Enough is enough.