Let's prove my husband wrong day 335

How can I help you? Can I place an order for carry out? Of course. What's the name? Squeegee. I'm sorry. Squeegee. Okay. You? Can I just get a large garlic bread with cheese? Okay. Give me like 15 minutes. 15 minutes later. Enters a man on his shoulder. That bird's name was for him. I'm sorry sir, you can't have him in here. He's just sitting on my shoulder. That's not the point. I'm Paige. If you're new here, I'm Paige. I'm a 40-year-old mom and wife. Proud mother hen. And I'm trying to prove my husband wrong. We on this pizza shop that's been in his family for 40 years. He's owned it for the last 13. It's only carry out and delivery though. So a few years ago, we bought a new building where we could expand and have dine in also. It ended up needing a floor to ceiling remodel. 335 days ago, I had 176 chickens. I mean followers. I told my husband, I think that I could get 10,000 engaging chickens to help me buy a new HVAC system to get moved over to the new building. We got four mini splits put in. Got the new doors put on. I do believe the last thing we needed to do is get the gas line hooked up for the new oven, which I reached out to my gas guy today. Haven't heard back from him yet. Damn it, Danny. The wildest thing that's happening at work.