So my last beloved canning/cooking class was last night. I wore my pretty new shirt, I reapplied my makeup...these are major signals people. It was a big event in my world. A sad day to my one escape as an adult. But what happened was very different than I was expecting.
Check out the witty writings of class member Tara.
Its a true story, we never got any pie. Claire made some pie today, but I just partied instead. I dreamed of pie last night... PIE PIE PIE.