So I made 2 key lime pies tonight. I have a pot luck dinner tomorrow, and I chose to bring dessert.
Sidenote: I seem to make desserts seasonally. This winter, I made two layer shortbread brownie things that are amazing, and I made them often. This spring, I'm making key lime pies with homemade graham cracker crusts like crazy. Because they're darn refreshing and as easy as... pie. Last summer, I made fresh berry crisps about once a week. I'm actually planning on doing that again this summer, because, well, I like them. I can't believe any of you are still reading this.
Back to the main story. So I pull the pies out of the oven and sit back down at the computer to get cracking on my resume (I have to have a job! In Akron! For August!) and my brother IMs me:
Michael: How are you doing?
Marcia: busy crazy
Michael: Anything fun?
Marcia: um, pot luck tomorrow
Marcia: I made key lime pie
Michael: that sounds good
Marcia: it's easy
Marcia: even YOU could make it
Michael: It isn't that I can't cook
Michael: it is that I don't enjoy it
Marcia: but this is so easy it's like you're not even cooking
Marcia: and making pies attracts the ladies
Michael: does it require clean up?
Marcia: um, not if you use disposable everyhting
Michael: Making pies attracts me
Michael: And I don't see how it attracts women
Michael: I make a pie and I have 2500 calories sitting in my living room that needs to be eaten
Michael: no women involved
Michael: Do I put out a sign "made pie, need date!"
Michael: seems desperate
Um. How hysterical is my brother?