It was supposed to be a nice dinner. A way to say, "Gosh- I appreciate you and everything you've done for me this past year," and then... horror.
The limo service and owner of the company is a very good friend of ours. I wanted to invite him over to say: "Merry Christmas!".
The potato's were on. And then I ran, terrified, to Tony- "Fire! Fire!"
The guys had to go out and buy side dishes from Boston Market.
Oh. Like the chicken isn't still good?
Everyone knows Entrepreneur Chick tried.