Boy crazy – it all leads to bourbon and regret
I was speaking to a girlfriend last night about growing up boy crazy. We were laughing about a time I remembered when my father told me to back away from the window when I was 5 years old and watching with fascination as the boy across the street played war with his green plastic soldiers.
Which brings me to this morning – I met with Joe Pieri to measure my cabinets for the slab counter tops. My house was buzzing with men. Dave and Steve were there talking about how to shore up the cabinets to hold the weight of the marble. Brian, who works for Earl, was there putting in the electrical. Michael and Peter were painting inside and out. Giovanni was cutting marble and putting in the baseboards in the master bathroom.
Then Earl walked in – wow, that man is smoking hot!