You know that time when you hear your parents voice in your head?
Well, here goes.
"My pies are ready."
How many times have I heard Lou Ann say that? That's what I said to myself just a few minutes ago.
I laughed.
And they are ready: one pumpkin and one buttermilk.
And I'm thankful. For every laugh. Every meal shared. For the new. For the old and reliable. Everything. 2011 has been a great year, and there's still six weeks to go. I like how it's all coming together.
But really, I'm hungry. Let's eat.