There’s nothing like pie and coffee. If only it were served by a diner waitress named after a month, like May or June.
November 24, 2004
I just spent $11 on Thanksgiving food, and that includes an entire pumpkin pie to eat by myself — some tonight, some for breakfast tomorrow, the rest after dinner.
My roommate heard about this plan and commented “That’s a girl thing. Girls always want to get a whole pie and eat it.” He likes to explain everything I do as “a girl thing.” I could say “I’m getting a flu shot on Tuesday” and he would say “Girls always want to get flu shots on Tuesday.”
In any case, I thought about going out, but really, the leftovers and all-day feasting are the thrust of the matter, so I went to the grocery store in Harlem and bought pie and sliced turkey and string beans and cranberry sauce and a single sweet potato, which I’m going to bake tomorrow
Incidentally, a single sweet potato will run you about twenty-nine cents. I don’t know why poor people in this country are so fat. Just feed your kids yams.
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*Lisa in a rage*
Boyfriend: Is it PMS week?
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Dude, I can be in a rage even when I’m not PMSing!