I was going to write 'controlled mayhem' but that really didn't seem fitting. It's been one of those months where I question my life choices. Why oh why did I sign up to open a restaurant in the middle of a renovation? Here's to my resume and my single day off where I mope and stare at the two bottles of Gloria Ferrer that I'm debating drinking all by myself. I would, but then I'd be nursing a hangover when I open the restaurant at 6am tomorrow.
At least I have these rainbow tomatoes to keep me sane. Tomatoes=sanity. I make zero logical sense.