...I baked a pie.
Lemon meringue, to be specific. And while a normal person might come home from a a full day at the office on a Saturday and fall into bed (wait...do normal people work full days at an office on Saturday? Oh, busy season, you are about to be the end of me...and I haven't even finished doing our taxes yet...hmmmm), I baked a pie. And it was awesome. I took a deep breath and relaxed and did something I love to do.
I did have a reason for baking the pie - it's a little dangerous to just BAKE A PIE and leave it in this house. Because I would eat the whole thing. But this thing is going to Easter lunch. Vaughn home. I hope the filling sets up - I experimented with a new recipe. And if it doesn't, then we suddenly have lemon pudding with a meringue topping and bits o' crust sprinkled about. Which works just fine for me.