My grandmother got this for Henry to play with in VA...and now it has become one of our ridiculous favorites...especially when Henry is sitting on the floor listening to it and at the end says "spicy" in a very non two year old voice... yes, I am waiting for him to say that at a completely inappropriate moment, like when the very pleasant elderly woman is bent over picking something up in front of us at the grocery...and I am fully prepared to have defend myself from a pocketbook smack. Mean you say? Not really, I have seen my grandmothers 14 ton purse and the way she carries it, AND heard her say she knew how to use it to defend herself...so just back off!
About Me
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- PIE
- Maine, United States
- I used PIE, my nickname. When I was born, my father said "poor little pie face, she is so ugly no one will want to marry her, she will keep us warm in our old age." Yes it is true, and it stuck...so now, I am known as pie. This is how my journey started…NICE. I am a SAHM...which explains my brand of crazy. I live in Maine, just had another kid, and am feeling like I need to relocate to a shoe. My brother in-law and my sister convinced me that somehow, my life may be interesting to the masses…my secret thought is, as I sit at the bar in their house telling them about my life, they are thinking, “she is one crazy MoFo.” So this could just be their way of documenting it before they drop me off at the door of an institution. None the less, I have decided to give blogging a try. I do, however, worry that I will become the target of a seek and destroy mission led by my in-laws if I mention them too much, I am treading on thin ice as it is :-) Ultimately, writing about my screwed up life, I know I am eventually going to insult someone. So consider this a disclaimer and it is just going to have to cover it for the length of time that I decide to torture you all with my blog
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