So basically, I'm baking a pie at midnight.
I have an 8am shift tomorrow morning which will lead me straight to my grandma's house for thanksgiving dinner/lunch. My mom has just finished hemming a skirt she handmade for me and now everyone is exhausted.
I found out that I actually do have an ounce of charm in my body. Screeching into the Albertson's parking lot at 10:55pm, I feared the worst. what the ______ am I going to do if this store is closed? I promised my grandma and bad-mouthed my least favorite (if favorite at all) aunt to make this pie. It had to be done. I ran to the doors which were blocked by shopping cart soldiers- probably the most distressing thing I'd experienced, and ran to the door tapping and waving my arms desperately. The store manager approached with an annoyed I-just-want-to-go-home expression and pried open the doors. Know who Puss in Boots is? Well, basically I did that big kitty eye thingy and begged him to let me in. It was a clear emergency and necessity for me to get a bottle of dark corn syrup, pecans, and crisco. EMERGENCY. He was sweet enough to let me in warning me that I could only pick out two or three things (i got four). Anyways, I ran through the store like the 1,000,000 customer winner and mad dashed to pick out my shit. Success! Now, I'm waiting for my pie to be ready. It smells like burning, gotta go rim the crust with foil now. HAPPY THANKSGIVING <3 <3
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