It’s pitch black in my house, and after midnight.
We just finished the busiest day we’ve had at Paizano’s since our first week of opening, and I am officially spent.
Twelve hours of leaning over a make line, topping pies and perfecting meals… my waist aches. Almost as if I need a fanny pack filled with cement tied on backwards under my bra strap.
“Pull those shoulders up,” my drill Sergeant yells. “Where’s yer posture?”
I’m so tired. After finding the bottom of my glass of wine, I might show you a couple of photos taken of tonight’s festivities.