I hardly slept. I tossed and turned. I was tortured by nightmares about the demise of my precious pie. Finally, morning came! Today was going to be a glorious day! Today was the Day We Eat the Pie! I rushed down stairs. I even managed to peek into the freezer before Denise, with her ever watchful eye, quickly sent me away to get ready for church.
After service, the church had a little potluck for us. Nothing big, just sandwiches and cake and some mingling with the members. I tried to eat a piece of the cake, but every bite just made me yearn for my peanut butter pie even more. I finally resigned myself to the fact that no other dessert would every satisfy desire for decadence. I did not eat my cake.
This afternoon we just enjoyed our time together as a team. We played cards. We ate dinner. And then...
Thank you Scott for being born on this day 43 years ago! Afterall, it was the celebration of that glorious event that introduced me to the most McAwesome pie in the world! Happy Birthday!!!