I was in a rather good mood today until I got that evil little seed of doubt in my mind about relationships past.
The following emails between my mother and I cheered me up right away!
Me: Tonight I am going to eat celery and peanut butter and finish Eat Pray Love, then shower, and bed early.. do you need help packing?
Mom: Sure darling…I’d love help J
Me: I'm having a bad day right now, I'm all blue about "L" (our not so secret code for Lorin lol) I'm so done feeling this way. Celery to the wind! Pie is a must tonight
Mom: Celery belongs in the wind… it was never meant to eat… not for long anyway; as an accompaniment, yes, course! In a casserole, you bet… filled with cream cheese or peanut butter on a try at a party… ok, they are good there… even scooped into cottage cheese…
But for a meal? Nope.
Pie, on the other hand is meant as a meal…
Or a small slice from time to time to feed that “I need a smidge of sweetness” moment…
I always remember travis’ look of sheer amazement that we had yummies at the wait and whim of us ladies of Cheshire ct.
Like a good pair of strappy sandles… a slice of pie just fits right with a girl…
And for the record…. I know. L.
Momma said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this, my momma said.
lol I love my momma.