I have had the strongest craving for Marie Callender's strawberry pie for a week. It's all I can talk about with my poor husband-strawwwwwberry piiiiie.
I was all set to go on Wednesday to get a slice. I was going to get a piece of pie on my way into the office. But then Dim was jumping up and down about how much work there was to do, and why aren't you here already? So I canned the pie plan and went straight to the ofice. (Which ended up being a good decision, since there was a lot of work to do, and I wouldn't have gotten finished if I had delayed my work any. I hate it when he's right.)
This morning, Dim and I exchanged a few emails, and regardless of their subject, my opening line was always STRAWBERRY PIE. How is the billing? PIE. How is your day? PIE. How are those pregnancy-induced hemorrhoids treating you? PIE.
So he came home for lunch and dropped off a whole pie.
How half of it disappeared, I'll never know. Perhaps we have a colony of pie weevils living in the fridge.
Posted by Jen at May 22, 2009 5:32 PM