So this is where things get tricky. Black shirts. I have no less than one million of them. Okay, small exaggeration, but I have a LOT of them. I work programs where the uniform is....black shirt, black pants. PS if you need me for your event, I'm available, and I'm amazing, and so is my "Instagram Husband". So here is the first of the many black shirts, and good grief keeping them in the right order? No small task.
Also on this day, September 7, 2024 for those keeping track, we had most of the nieces and nephews over for.....pizza...from Dominos. I love pizza, and while I'm from the East Coast and we are supposed to be snobby about pizza? I'm not, like I just love pizza. And Dominos makes a good pie, and have you HAD the melted garlic butter? Sigh. Should they sponsor me? Sure. Would I have to have more than one reader? Maybe.
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