Nella Vita di A Pizza Peddler

So after numerous nights of closing and not stumbling into bed until well past 3 am (well one morning it was 6:30 because he asleep in the driveway being too tired to walk into the house…the implications of him driving home this tired make me shudder), Shane was finally home last night and able to go to sleep at a decent time. But instead of enjoying a luxurious eight hours of sleep (or even six) he was up at 5 am my time zone (I say my time zone referring to the fact that he keeps his clock set ridiculously fast, so on my side of the bed it is 5 am while on his it is 5:45ish). Keeping in mind that he is off today, you may wonder what is so important to arise so early and risk incurring my wrath of disturbed slumber. Well it’s ‘Pizza Games 2008! Fastest Pizza Making Championship Qualifier!’ What the hell is that you ask, well Shane and three other franchise managers are competing amongst many other Papa Johners to see who can make a certain amount of pizzas the fastest, with ‘ugly’ pizzas being disqualified. The winning team advances to the finals if fabulous Atlantic City for a chance to win $10,000 and the high honor of being the best pizza makers in the world (or really the northeastern seaboard). Now I’m not one to brag (ha!), but my baby does happen to be the fastest pizza slapper this side of the Mississip! I should know the results this afternoon…if nothing else it’s another great story to tell.

UPDATE: Well the team crushed the compitition. There is another tornament in DC tomorrow, if no one is able to beat their score then they have won the coveted all expense paid trip to the finals in Atlantic City. Could I be any more proud!