I got a surprise day off...someone asked me to pick up in August and she'd work for me on Sunday. How can I turn down a free Sunday? Those bitches drag something mean.
Instead? I've got THE PIE & PASTRY BIBLE. Weebl and Bob would be beside themselves. I'm makin' apple piiiiiiiie. The store did not have any of the first TEN kinds of apples the bible people preferred, so I had to go with, "...and if you live in a shithole, yes, Red Delicious and Pink Lady will do." Granted, I wasn't at Central Market, but somehow last night an extra thirty minutes in the car for apples I couldn't be sure they'd have, eh, didn't do it for me.
So I'm gonna make PIE. I did not make the crust. The pastry chef in Vermont is weeping, I know, but I wanna see how the innards come out first before I fuck up on multiple levels. I'm not even sure I like apple pie, but the husband sure does and it will make the house smell bitchin'. Sold.
And I planted my pumpkin seeds this morning. I marked off the area in the backyard so I'll know where nothing grew after the weeds take it over. Right now it sort of looks like an unmarked pet's grave or something.