So, while I wait for my creative juices to finish digesting all the crap I ate all weekend, I will borrow a little verse Blake composed that deftly sums up our Thanksgiving Holiday 2009:
Bye, Bye, My banana cream pie.
Drove 25 miles just for you to buy.
Shoveled bites down my pipe 'til the pie tin was dry.
I am so fulfilled I could die.
I am so fulfilled I could die.
Today...the pie tin was dry.
p.s. Pie pictured is not actual pie consumed. The Marie Callendar's pie we bought, along with several of its friends, looked even more appetizing than the one shown above.
5 comments:
The first thing I thought when I saw the picture was...'Man, they're crazy eating on real dishes! Thanksgiving is precisely what paper plates were invented for!'
Did I ever appreciate how funny you were in High School. I love your blog and everything you write.
There was supposed to be a ? question mark after 'School' in High School. It kind of loses its meaning without it.
And you drove 25 miles for pie? It seems worth it. None of my pies received a poem upon their deaths.
Jenna, I don't think you lost your creative writing abilities. You are too funny! I especially loved the p.s.
Yes that is a cardinal rule (at least one thing on the list). And since I scoured clearanced toys all summer...I am left to wonder at why I started early.
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