When moving around the cafe and can't quite get something up on the shelves don't accept a hand from your employees you uh, forget to focus on control and end up with a new migraine and a newcomer in the hotel that is my brain. He may be getting a bonus this week for that one. He's fine. But you know. I feel bad.
Seriously. Get it together brain. It's like, I'm joyfully taxing my body's limits and my brain goes "oh nope, we're on vacation now sorry" and leaves the echos to try to run the joint. And let me tell you, they? They do not know what the word control *means*.
I've gone crazy, haven't I? Ha.
In other news, Mardi Gras inspired foods are now at A Taste of Home. I've hired more staff. And it's been a week since I've stress baked enough pies to feed all of Orange County. And I may have hung a sign out front reading "Neutral Ground" and if anyone decides to be a jerk, I'll just grab you bare handed and let you suffer.