It’s Pie Day and There’s Water Everywhere!

Into every life a little rain must fall, and a few pipes must leak. It’s messy.

I had a fun, far from original idea for a blog post today. I’ll bet you can’t guess it…

I was going to bake pies.

Because it’s Pie Day!

Or is it Pi Day?

It’s silly and made up, but any holiday that revolves around pie ranks high on my list. I was going to go crazy and do a chicken pot pie for dinner and a blueberry pie for dessert.

I don’t have a lot of baking skills, but I make a really good pie crust. It’s flaky, buttery, and with a hint of salt that hits your tongue at just the right moment. They’re not pretty, but oh so yummy.

So, I was going to be productive but life had other plans. Our kitchen decided to spring a leak at 1am.

My husband and I get along great most of the time, but throw a home repair at us and we become total jerks. We’re each equally convinced the other is a complete idiot, when in reality neither of us knows what we’re doing.

By three am we were…terse. Every sentence we uttered rode an undercurrent of irritation. We were basically Todd and Margo:

By four, the water was turned off, the mess was cleaned up, he had a migraine and I was just DONE. (PLUS DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME. Can we just end that?)

We went to bed angry.

When I woke up this morning I had completely forgotten all of it. Either I’m getting old, or I’m getting better at repressing memories. Who knows?

I spent a happy hour just scrolling through Twitter and playing Words with Friends. I don’t know if I would have remembered it at all if my husband hadn’t mentioned it.

All this to say: there was a plumber in my kitchen this afternoon. I still had time to make pie after, but I’m using the incident (that I had forgotten about) as an excuse to take the day off. So for this pie day we’re going to order pizza and watch TV.

Any excuse, right?