The day before Thanksgiving, my lovely bride said, “I want to make a pie.” I said, ” I LOVE BLUEBERRY PIE!” Mary Beth went to the store and bought everything needed. She didn’t take the easy route. She made her own pie filling with fresh blueberries.
I only later learned out that she doesn’t even like blueberry pie. She made it just for me. I felt horrible…until I ate the pie.
Now, before you are too judgmental of my gluttony, my family did eat half. What happened to the other half? Well, I couldn’t let me wife think her pie was bad now could I?