Pies Men Like

buh*

*This is the sound you make when you try to hold in your excitement and mushiness at receiving a very touching email/phone call/note/whatever but then you can't quite hold it in because you are the type of person who, in the words of my friend Meadow, cries at puppies.

This is at leas the fourth Saturday in about six weeks that I'm going in to work and I'm so tired but I have so much to do and I'm so worried - and at the same time I can't figure out how to integrate the other things I want to do today, like going to the video store, getting a latte, and stopping by two different Indian cultural shindigs. Even as I write this out I realize that these are tiny problems and that I just need to calm down. But my brain...it's tired. I feel like this:

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And then I get one of those "buh" thingies and everything is better - even if I don't schedule myself perfectly today, as long as I get my work done well and am careful with the people I care about, life is pretty good. But I still wish I could take my dog to work and didn't have to leave him on his own again (or just had disposable income that I could earmark for buying my own copy of InDesign for Mrs. Peel).

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A few years ago I saw this little cookbook from some other dimension named Pies Men Like. Except it wasnt from another dimension. It was written by the folks at GM in the 1950s for the GM wives so they could make, well, pies their men liked. Delightfully retro in that gee-I'm-glad-the-50s -are-over sort of way. But also scary.

Be happy this is not our reality (at least, mostly it isn't, overtly it isn't). Rejoice in the people and experiences and things that make your pie yours. Pies I like! But I prefer cake.

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