Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Here's my house pizza man!
Okay, yeah it was me! I took the number off of the house to paint. Oh well, I mean the house number was older than dirt and it needed to be replaced anyway.
We knew that the delivery people wouldn't be able to find the place without a clearly marked number on the house. If you doubt me, let me tell you a little something. These are the same people that a only day before delivered wings and a sandwich to my neighbor and when it was time for the delivery lady to make change, she pulled that said change out of her sweaty cleavage! Those dollars are still on my neighbor's kitchen counter. She won't touch them!!
So since I want to have pizza and other things delivered to my house, I had to put something on the house so that people, especially people with food, can find my front door!
What I made is certainly nothing to write home about. It's plain and white and that first number is the wrong font, but at least I can have a hot steaming pie delivered to my door. Now I just have to figure out how to clean boob sweat off dollar bills.
Posted by Angela at Wednesday, July 20, 2011