No one understands my love for pie.... NO ONE!

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No one understands my love for pie.... NO ONE!
I am historically a pretty mediocre cook/baker mostly because I don’t plan it well and tend to forget steps or to buy ingredients. BUT I have successfully made a good Thanksgiving dinner three years in a row now, even if I’m not about to do a full turkey. I’m extra pleased because I screwed up quantities to purchase for the pumpkin pie but made a second pastry crust (we had bought one ready-made one) and managed to figure out the substitutions when I ran out of first half and half and then milk. This pie is actually quite good, thank you.
GOOGLE TRYNA SEND THOSE CONSPIRACY SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES Y'ALL
someone ate my damn birthday pie.
Okay, so I can hear the neighbors little kids from my window, and they're stuck behind a screen door because they made mud pies while their dad is working on laying grass in the yard and they keep saying "We'e sowwy, we wanned to make you pie daddy!" And now Im sitting here like "DUUUUUDE!! HOW COULD YOU?! THOSE ADORABLE LITTLE SOUL SUCKERS JUST WANTED TO MAKE YOU PIE! PIE MAN! PIE! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME SOMEONE OFFERED TO MAKE YOU?! PROBABLY NOT IN A LONG ASS TIME SINCE YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO PROPERLY RESPOND TO THE OFFER FOR FUCK'S SAKE MAN, GIVE ME THOSE SATAN SPAWNS, THEY CAN COME AND MAKE MUD PIES, OR EVEN REAL PIES AT MY HOUSE, AND WE WILL ENJOY THEM WITHOUT YOUR NEGATIVE ATTITUDE!"
Now that I'm exhausted from Thanksgiving, I'm going to try to continue a project that I should be done with.
I shall not nap.
SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.
Friend's birthday: we ate a pie. A thick pie. A fucking huge pie. We were four. Two girls (always on diet). Fuck.